Flags will rise

in the streets of Doral
I see cries
of people rejoicing the abrupt death
of a dark cold monster
that was controlled by his greed for power.

A child stands alone on the
crowd filled road
---the vulnerable little boy
I thought---But instead he
had a smile across
his beautiful face
only wanting to celebrate
conclusions, the beginning of
new times and uplifting
memories like an air balloon
that’s just taken course
to fly for a while.

Blue, red hats, and
the yellow flags,
waving proudly in the air,
karma strikes,
with full wrath as promised before
Flags we will rise!
This is a band new world.

Doral, 2013

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