The Hustler President
The Hustler President
The Hustling nation finally got the king of Hustlers,
Yes, he was born deep inside the village Sungoi,
Born by Hustling parents, he lived a modest life,
He fed on the best natural foods, which he loves today,
A sip of Mursiki and some well-done Sanga will forever remind you where you come from Forever.
The king of hustlers started his journey in life humbly in the village school,
He attended the best University in Hustler Nation,
He is a go-get-it; he made sure he reached the apex of education in the Hustler Nation,
What do you expect from him? Just the best.
He has risen to the apex of leadership; what else, he is now Mr. President.
Mr. President, this mama country is bleeding,
It's bleeding from being raped by her sons!
Mama, our country is calling for your support and directions,
Tame this Serpent threatening to kill Mama,
Mr. President save the Hustler Nation; all eyes are on you now, papa of Kenya.
You are the cornerstone, anointed by the Most High,
Kill corruption, avoid all the traps on your way,
With your resilience, you will deliver this Hustler Nation!
Have that grip on power, a sober Hustler president,
Save Mama Kenya and all her children; the noise of frogs can't deny cows to drink water,
Mr. President, live to your promises. All the best on your journey.
PS: Receive my poem with a lot of humility. My request is to meet my Mr. President.
Stanslaus Mukumbu
Copyright © Mukumbu Munyasya | Year Posted 2022
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