The Fly and the President – Poem

Listen to me, Mr. President!

I’m a tiny fly and you a giant;

That is why you often seem

To well ignore my self-esteem.

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Freedom has made me light;

Everywhere I take a little flight

Even to your own vast territory

That I leave with great victory.

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Offsprings of mother-nature,

It’s to hold us both and nurture.

Yet, I know, dear Mr. President,

We' re far more than different.

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Even if you resent my company,

I can not resist your ceremony.

Your  smell afar appeals to me,

And makes me feel simply free.

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I resolve then to veer and land

On your fleshy, soft, tasty hand,

Have a supply or a sip then flee

Calmly unlike my peer noisy bee.

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 But before I manage to get fed,

You act, nearly striking me dead.

How many have you  murdered

Just caught eating, red-handed?

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Well, listen then carefully, boy!

Your hands can surely destroy;

Yet, my small wings also harm.

The same as your nasty, sly arm

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Despite being just a little insect

My wings can affect and disinfect

So in power, we all have a  share

On the land as well as  in the air.

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Hence, I go as far as I can reach

In the peak of your merry speech.

I set out my flight  straight  ahead

To rest on your damp  forehead.

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I must disturb your hot discourse

And this reminds you, of course,

Of your old victims’ sad demise;

Here you pout and let strain rise.

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First, you try to shift me, to resist,

Then you hold up your angry fist.

But  while you are on the move,

You find me stubborn to remove.

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So your sweat runs like a mine

Your  audience becomes mine.

Do they applaud me or fairly you

What they hear or they all view?

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I feel thus good; rather powerful;

I‘ve had enough, I am quite full.

So long now, keep on your task!

Dare reveal all your ills or mask!

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Simply said, dear  Mr. President,

To nature never be such defiant!

And, saving, sir, your reverence,

Along with yours is my presence!

©Photo: Yassine Abouyaala