Moldova at the Seams

Love your mother tongue

love your country

said the king to the masses

and you look around

see the tight frowns

the hard eyes

the flexed muscles

the knowing looks

the muttered phrases

no one wants to get along

no one just lets it go

everyone is competing to outdo the other

racing racing racing

but it is all backwards

you think a fight would break out at any wedding

at any moment in this heat

and scorch any chance

to love anything in this country

no matter which language they speak

July 17, 2010

Chisinau, Moldova (on Stefan cel Mare)

This entry was posted in Moldovan Stories. Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s