The president asks: How is freedom in our country?
When the lobster is thrust into boiling water,
He doesn’t know his circumstance.
He simply has his legs and claws tied up.
Perhaps he knows his destiny.
Most likely he does not.
The lobster is thrown into the boiling water.
The lid is put on top.
He looks on the other side of the translucent lid.
He imagines the islands,
the fat fish of his thrill.
And then he stops thinking.
Kiran concludes: Whether or not we have freedom, I am not sure.
My brain has long been boiled.