Presidential Salute
The president's guard took long
To drop his hand and I tasted his salute
And I tasted it in part
Do I care if they fire him?
But I nodded back
The president had turned to the secretary
Behind his back and bent for a second
But then guard there the hand remained
The aide-de-camp’s salute
The investiture was mine
Before he dropped it straight
But down too late
He waved at me
It felt powerful
I burped of the power
A presidential salute
Copyright © Peter Onyancha | Year Posted 2022
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