Some Day

Some day, they will celebrate the crime of my success

Some day, they will crown my head with faith and blasphemy

Some day, they will strew my own path with pretty petals

Irrigated with nostalgic sap and chauvinistic  tears.

Some day, they will put out the lights while decoding the West

Some day, the beautiful face of authority will be disfigured

The policeman will shout himself hoarse, will end up unheard.

Some day, I will knead colors into flags of practical use

Trees of ordinary rarity and books hardly worth thinking about.