Pride
The old city is grey today,
dampened by summer rain.
The bells chime the hours
and a flurry of cyclists
sprays passers-by from puddles.
Flags fly with pride, in shops,
on buildings and buses.
The wind whips them into life,
the ubiquitous red and white
and the rainbow.
Music pounds as the crowds
gather in celebration.
All colours are welcome. The rain
cannot dampen the joy.
What are a few drops of water
compared to years of humiliation,
beatings, death threats,
secrets and lies?
Tim Fellows 2019
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