The President of the United States
I reach into the attic of repressed memories
To vague dreams that could’ve been realised
That once seemed so vast and infinite
And all things possible and significant
To find a dusty disillusioned self portrait
Of how life’s been truly portrayed
Too gangly and uncoordinated to run
Introverted and deprived of fun
The starving kids in Ethiopia
I would grow to offer them a Utopia
A warm shelter and some clothes
An education and a bag of oats
When hunger hindered innocence’ play
Curable disease on their souls preyed
A great man wealthy and noble
Would rise to champion his people
Painting the dark continent brighter days
With love our greatest gift to the human race
And return some of it to orphans stolen by AIDS
When I become the President of the United States
08-20-2015
Contest:
Silent One's Childhood dreams
Copyright © Thabang Ngoma | Year Posted 2015
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