obsama

president for a day
arrives in town to
deliver the spiel
unpack the pharmaceuticals
wemember me well

all of us passing into history
so fast
pending colliding with some
enlightenment moment
in the meantime suffering

the rich dig deeper into
the guts of time
etched into the core
we waifs wash off so soon
we are here to ourselves only

bullet dunked in blood
amphitheatres of war and
human learning meshed
being meets unbeing
and knows itself

the purple anniversary
of our consciousness
is conscripted to the favourite
enemy of the people
and flown away

waking on a lonely beach
I find that it all has been a dream