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)

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