This town square,
This faded galleria,
It bathes in the grey din of woe,
Bereft of love,

Wouldn’t it look so much better with rainbows?

Where ones love is not limited,
Nor chastised,
Where you can show your colours,
Where grunts of disquiet are swapped of pride,

Shouldn’t passion triumph over blue devils?

Flags of every ilk,
Swamped in every prism under the sun,
A parade of embracing pigments and participants,
I think that sounds superb,

So what’s to be done?

These cobbles ought to be painted,
Splashed upon all the walls and lanterns,
Brought to life,
Brought to love for all,

Wouldn’t that be better?

Comments
  1. Agora…a meeting place for all.

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