By Michael Nance
People not involved in making a white-washed flag
Think it is naturally pure
The land is naturally red and green
Only the intangible sky is naturally blue and white
A white-washed flag covers the land
If the sky covers the land completely,
Where can the dove fly to?
We spread on ourselves a canopy of our peace
From the four corners, the knots tie themselves together
Because we commanded ourselves to wrap
We are that we are. Resistance is futile.
Pre-approved questions only.
We are the what whats
We are the whites and blues
We are the idea
We are the wisps of clouds
Is there room for any color at all?
Even rainbows live in the sky.
But the sky is blue and white.
So we have rainbows too: from blue all the way to azure.
But there are seeds in the ground. And the shadows are lengthening.
And I yearn for the day when the plants of the ground break through the techelet halevana to meet the rays of the sunset.
The sky will be in crisis, that much is for sure.
But we’ve lived through worse.
Life’s like a movie, and I’m writing my own ending.
So take my love, take my land, take me where I cannot stand
I don’t care, I’m still free
You can’t take the sky from me
Can the blues still exist on the ground?
Of course: it’s not Roy G. IV.
I’m just not sure if I’m part of that.
Some day I’ll find it, the Rainbow Connection
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