To be everything
the signs to tell happiness,
the winsome tale over sadness
when possible,
the patriotic song is sung
in our hearts yet without
the insistence of the gods or lords,
we cry out
when the skin-stinging corruption
flames up
in the smokescreen of our mobiles and tablets
we fight our silence but how
each byte now digital does not recognize
our voice
but the language is one we change
or our dress or food
anything
for the love of nation
we again cry out.
