The vision of a thinker

The president has fallen, I wonder? 

The earth has become a village

The news spreads in a single click

The life of the president became a film.

Suddenly, in the blink of an eye superficial ornament

Disappears under the crackles 

Indiscreet lights and feathers.

They deliver us through the body

Impact and corruptible from the womb

The primitive animal impulses 

Revealing another facet of the President.

Despairing and degrading spectacle 

Of a false image fashioned Into the crowned lie

The court of the president vomits his hypocrisy.

Like a propitiatory victim 

The president is led to purgatory

 Does he call for help in humility, so that his soul may leave the dust? 

From the four corners of the earth 

Flock victims humiliated and flouted Scandal insult in the face of the president adorned with contempt, the chef takes place.

Illusionists and conjurers enter the track to do justice like a play known beforehand 

What happened in this room?

I watched the president appreciate his victory.

 A question crossed my mind 

Since the real victims are elsewhere. 

Is not the president’s wife the most to be pitied? 

Behold the affliction of the sons of righteousness. 

It is greater the affliction that affects the daughters of the republic. 

Proud governor, you have endangered your dwelling because you have chosen the devil’s share.


• Last night, I stayed awake writing this poem. Recent events makes me cogitate a lot.

”To the Freedom of Speech.”


ADAMA KONATE

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