Said the scientist to the farmer, after selling him genetically modified grains.
And one leader to another, shaking hands and scratching backs.
And the policeman as he ushered a gangster into the safety of a waiting taxi.
You’ve broken it
The people cry
They cross their arms, jilted
Digging heels into surprised tarmac
Now what, the watching world wonders and then turns
To more pressing news
And the leaders scramble to their tired toes to try to think
And the farmer surveys his infertile seeds and empty purse.