About The Past Revolutions Poem by RIC BASTASA

you take pride of our country's past revolutions
theirs was bloody and cost the lives of many
fighters,
ours was peaceful, and recent
still fresh on our minds is the flying of doves letting them loose
from their metal cages,
and the confetti of shred secrets from those tall buildings in the city
where you live
the marching against tanks is simply matched
with a white daisy from the hand of a child
and the rosary of the bespectacled nun
gotten out from the convent,
you remind me about the greatness of the revolution
which i have no power to object
as you are the victor

how many times shall i lie to you
that i was never there

and neither did i ever see you
or your shadow marching blindly under
the scorching sun?

is there any harm when we should have told the truth
even without its innate elegance?