The mad minister pulls the wings off glued-down flies.
‘It relaxes me,’ he says. ‘It always has.’
He smiles at the frightened people stood before him.
They’re glued down too, he thinks. He looks for eyes
that stay averted from the wingless flies.
He beckons to those with averted eyes.
‘Come here,’ he orders. ‘Here! Stick out your tongue.’
Earth Tourist
recently posted poems by alan reynolds
Earth Tourist 
Uncomforting tale!
Unfortunately, light frivolity when compared to real current events. Thanks for reading and commenting.
Wow! Great.
Many thanks, Aak. Sorry that I did not see your comment until just now.
No worries. Thanks for responding, better late than never :)