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)

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