More than food, they need, opium
To quell, their hearts, and numb, their souls
Kim is, bugaboo, of socialism
Who sells, himself, o’er hyperboles!

With faith, in hunger, fear in a clan
Their dystopia, is, their utopia
Captives, to, Communist inertia
North Korea, is a, long-lost caravan!

Vainglory, of, first dynasty
Resounds, in, puffery’s seminaries
To pigeonhole, gullible, posterity
And, many more, delusional histories!

A family reigns, their, every gene
Its vile legacy, their, spent prana
A future, fed on, pipedream’s morphine
And, Ninety Minutes, Of Nirvana!

© 2020 Vikas Chandra