Flagless Ceremony

Primitive daylight
standing straight against
our motherland’s pole…
pole alone.
Chanting our national anthem
with the voices of fury
in the tune of insurrection.
With our left hands
having contingence with our hearts, clenched fist!
Every individual acknowledge its strains the liturgy was over.
Yet, no sign of our flag.

The red flag must be raised.
Or else, our pole will be bearing someone else’s.