A festival

As iridescent lights crackle the sky
Emerging from tiny holders within the suffocating smog,
A slow drizzle rattles the frame of the aircon-
dripping pertinent onto the cemented ground.

Aura of festive exhilaration,
A collective breath of forced hope;
Vindictive noise, dispelling, reminding,
Myths of forgotten ages, old and new.

The heat lacks the fight-
Heroes and villains invade homes,
With merry victory over vanity
And the dark moonless night.

Not all is lost as draped beliefs
Play out a montage of tired history,
Shared by a umbilical cord
Of grit and survival across distances.

To sever not the runes of ruined times,
When the crops danced in ignorant bliss
Taxed by lords of many seas,
Orchestrated by those shoved into the slur.

A joy founded on the hopeless misery of existence,
Dominated, weighed down by the coils of time,
The chains of unashamed masochism,
Worn with subservient anguish.

As iridescent lights crackle the sky
Emerging from tiny holders within the suffocating smog,
The world labors on, unaware, living the moment,
With mythical belief and pride in its past misery.

The Light Shines The Brightest