Shops stand closed and shutters drawn.
Roads stare empty, populated with
Police going up and down. Flags nod to me
As I walk passing them by. Traffic plans altered
For VIP’s convoys. Whithered joy, with
Ceremonies over, hundreds of Police stand
On the sides of the roads, looking eagerly at buses
That slow down. Look a while. Some run in and hang on to doors,
To get to where their next duty lies. It’s another day
In independent paradise.
The day to watch a march-past pass and
To shoot some canons and to stand up and to talk about a flag.
Kandy Lake’s ripples are all preoccupied as they fire,
For this water has seen more
Than talk, pomp and desire.
Independence Day, I, like Billy Blake skulk
Along familiar streets, hunting for a reload card.
Our freedom does not rely on gimmicks as these,
But in our hands and where our thoughts
Like bubble expands.