(inspired by a dream I had a few nights back)
The possible next leader of the so-called free world
is throwing fire crackers round the shopping mall
like a toddler in a temper tantrum who has somehow
got his hands on a gun.
Screams echo round the shops and corridors
people cower behind their shopping trolleys
“Muslims! Mexicans! Terrorists!”
shouts the possible next leader of the so-called free world.
I creep up behind him, pushing my trolley
that is laden with hummus and tacos
I try to calm him down
but he throws a firecracker in my face.
And then I wake.