FOUR-STAR GENERAL

Fruits of freedom,
sweeter, tastier always,
like pure water,
pure air,
the freedom.
Schooled in Switzerland
though tasted the sweet
fruits of freedom aplenty
the heir - apparent
being one among thousands
being in the midst of
faceless crowds
felt like thorns
piercing his skin,
blood oozing out.......
Friend,
the bird with identity crisis,
flew back flapping his wings
to his caged land
to be caged there.
More than enough for him.
Hence
colleged in Pyongyang,
handsome young man,
crowned four-star General -
cum Supreme Head.
After all who needs
fruits of freedom
be it sweeter and tastier
or both?
An iron-hand
to stifle, to suffocate, the cries of
dissent, discontent and helplessness
always a thrill
the pleasure a beast derives,
upon the victim in its clutches,
helplessly fighting for life.
Genetic disorder
or not...?