Independence Day
That morning
you had asked
your maid
why she wasn't
smiling happily.
Was it not
Independence Day?
She had paused
in her meticulous
dusting of you
priceless paintings.
She had looked
at you;
dead eyes
set in a
blank face.
Bewilderment
lacing her voice,
she had asked,
"Independence day?
What are we
free from today?"
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