coloured flags
What happens when affection becomes a risk and ideology starts marching through the heart?
(Inspired by E.E. Cummings’ grammar-free, breath-led style.)
“leaning back in my arms I felt his heartbeat” e.e. Cummings
slow
steady
alive
A fear within stays between us
unrequited love
society
a shameful union
of opposing political parties
march
march
march
we are in fear of
coloured flags swaying in the wind
chant
chant
chant
a bullet hurls in our direction passing through his heart then through mine
the bell rings
rhythmic slow
MUTE
my arms release)Let us know what you think about this poem



In fear of coloured flags swaying in the wind ..a perfect description of our times when ultra nationalism holds the world in a vice like grip