National days of celebration leave me ambivalent at best
Happy enough to enjoy the music
But troubled by jingoistic patriotism and superlatives
We don’t have to be the best
It seems small-minded
Probably says more about our insecurities than anything else
Nation states are simply concepts that will disappear in time
They aren’t natural
In the future it will seem quaint to remember a time
When imaginary lines divided the planet
And flag waving patriots cheered their supremacy
Forgetting that capitalism knows no borders
Or that the oppressed take no shelter in flags
David Trudel © 2013
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oh, so well done, David.
Thanks Susan. Poetry, and poets, have no need for borders. Having you as a friend makes me feel a whole lot better than waving a flag or singing the national anthem.
And, David, I agree wholeheartedly.