Ill-Fitted Propaganda

Her face was painted: white, red, blue

The blue curved around her eye lids, like a children's drawing

The white faded her face like rice cake with no flavor

The red was crescent on her lips

They were the symbols of Country colors,

but on her was the big red ball on her button nose

No flag was flown, just a flower on her pocket vest that squirted hard lemonade

Exaggerated shoes on her tiny feet

Her clothes crumpled and wrinkled like an old 1 dollar bill

She took one step with those ill-fitted shoes

Then there she went,

Red, white, and blue all smeared on that gray cement with a few added drops of red

She never could get up again