A flag
waved and boasted
by its monochrome patriots,
darkness and light. Night.

A country
where everyone swims in air;
endless, smooth,
swinging dynamism. They fly.

You can tell how wealthy they were
by peeking through their windows;
y'either see stupid jewels
or pestilent, dirt-ridden bare feet.

Left, right, right, left swing.
Choreographic death,
symphonic screeching
composed by man
and played by God.