ManicWorld Magazine

Every boy’s wild dream
is to fly a spy camera above
the tall secure walls
the presidential palace in the evening
watch the president in his underwear
dancing in the master bedroom.
The country is on fire
rather than nursing a heart attack
A boy is smiling
A president is dancing
and the mothers are praying loudly
everywhere is littered with weak knees.
The irony is out in the open
A tap dripping with water laced with iron
elements to annihilate the masses
the spy camera is fixated on wealth
A comfortable milieu awash with riches
A little boy lying on a meadow at dusk
A country waiting on a dancing president
the music is awful to hungry ears!