Flags will rise

in the streets of Doral I see cries of people rejoicing the abrupt death of a dark cold monster that was controlled by his greed for power. A child stands alone on the crowd filled road ---the vulnerable little boy I thought---But instead he had a smile across his beautiful face only wanting to celebrate conclusions, the beginning of new times and uplifting memories like an air balloon that’s just taken course to fly for a while. Blue, red hats, and the yellow flags, waving proudly in the air, karma strikes, with full wrath as promised before Flags we will rise! This is a band new world. Doral, 2013