Mr President
Mr President
From a vase of the judiciary,
To the base of parliament,
Into the face of the executive,
Mr. President!
Did you know that your government,
Have covered itself with velvet gloves?
Corruption has been cancer to your nation,
Darkness rose at noon that needs cure before one,
From the likes and unlike of you,
All our visages are skewed to you,
A country that losses its initiative,
Suffers a death throne of insecurity,
Out of the womb of a wounded nation,
The truth should be given birth,
Mr. President!
A sleepless head wears a crown,
Wake up and administer an antidote,
Great leaders are made from the purge of crisis,
Mr. President! Fate is calling you to stamp your legacy.
Copyright © Sabion Osore | Year Posted 2015
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