By Anthony Muchoki

Drinking the milk of the roots,
Watching drifting clouds,
I saw a phony cat
Pursuing a lion.
I watched the play—
The mite wrestling stars,
And dogs trying to eat the moon.

The milk of the roots,
Healing all systems away,
Clearing my eyes.
I saw Barack Obama.
He was shining.
He was smiling,
Still like the Mugumo tree.

The gods were there
To offer him blessings.
A smiling boy
Sought to touch him.
The world was on fire.
The clouds were running away.
The phony cat was smiling,
Too confident.
The smoke rose higher,
And I called Obama.