written by: Giovanni Fruncillo
Red, white and blue flags
hang from gas stations and public buildings,
while an attendant pumps gas and speaks to
someone in Arabic.
The day is awash in July heat,
sluggish indifference and
feigned gestures of patriotism.
The compulsion to buy and invest
are the feeble remains of the new republic.
The longing for a Messiah
returns in the need for a president;
a revered and despised authority,
whom the people can dismember
and revive every election cycle.