On the day the new president was sworn in,
I protested.
Sick of super-market bread,
 I made a loaf.
To finest flour, barley malt, honey and salt
I add water, Virgin Olive, Oil., and more salt
I add poppy seeds as yet unbloomed
Having kneaded them beneath my clenched fist.
I extend my hand to free Domestos
From beneath my sink
I think a lethal threat lies there
So will not look within
Behind cleansing agents, lie mouldy rags
Grabbing at this foreign solution
Covering my unhealed wounds
I prosper