Best Excellency Poems
Once upon a time
In the distant past
There was a country
Built by the sweat of her adopted children
And painstakingly through thick and thin
Became God’s own country
The light of the world
Whenever she spoke, the international community stood still
Enemy countries quaked and trembled
While allies scampered to mollify
The police officer of the world
Once upon a time
His Excellency epitomized leadership in times of global emergency
Today that is no more
Glory has departed from God’s own country
She has become a laughing stock in the comity of nations
A vicious and unscrupulous dictatorship is on the prowl
A clown in the mold of Donquizote is holding sway
Executive mendacity has become the order of the day
Don't cry to me America
Rescue your country from American dream gone awry!
Hello his Excellency Mr. President,
I pen this piece to revise an indent
There is this one popular question
I have always kept in position
That the very day I’d have the chance,
I’d play it and dance it for a balance
What is the state of health of our economy?
And how far are we from a weak economy?
How fresh is the meat on the bone?
Can your ministers confirm it on phone?
What happened to the hopes we built?
Do you think these can ever be rebuilt?
I have no doubt our nation is great
But am only worried how long we’d wait
Are you ready to strike with this mantle?
You must be bold to strike to the mantle
Well, we are still counting the promises
The electoral promises before elections
Can you please welcome me into your premises?
Or it’s still the game of favorite selections
Mr. President, what about the budgets?
Are we running stamping in hollow deficits?
Do we already have the proposed gadgets?
And what about the negatively effective elicits?
Who is there to be blamed for our failures?
His Excellency, where do we go from here?
Who takes charge of the sensitive areas?
And what are your plans for the next year?
Your nation love you; you are a hero
Keep your dreams real and alive
So you can lead like a real hero
Mr. President, keep your spirit high and alive
The facade of your election;
Brings no accolade to the nation;
Your ambitions lack honesty;
And your actions are a travesty.
You travel abroad to collect honors;
Yet you ravel the region with horrors;
Some describe your style as canny;
Yet all ascribe your rule as tyranny.
With only your candidacy;
We have the ascendancy of autocracy;
We lack the decency of democracy;
We observe the supremacy of idiocy.
Runner of reality.
I know a man who is running from reality.
A person hiding from being exposed,
even if that is his reward of excellency.
A person with no aim, no final destination.
A person who can tell "I AM HERE FOR YOU",
for a moment and vanish,
away right after time spent together.
I know a person who is stucked,
in his own trapped dreams called ,"No where".
No explanations, no, no,
nothing to share.
I know a person who doesn`t believes ,
norms and values, no dare.
Yes, I know him as a man
who goes on and on and on,
with no hesitations, no fare,
no explanations, no care.
Learn to sing a song is simple
To sing a good song is difficult
But it's for an outlet of emotions
Regardless to happiness or sadness
Difficult to speak to oneself
But easier to sing a song
If you're happy sing it
If you're sad shout it
It just flows out like a stream
Your heart should hear it
Your loved ones should feel it
Your Almighty God should know it
No professionalism though
No excellency though
No audience though
But you know
You're not totally alone
In this world
When you get to Aso Rock
Help me inform his Excellency that
I do not dislike him so much, just four
things he made made me hate him:
His change has change my boxers
It made me change the Green Boxers
that Maria bought for me and now put on
the Black dusty one abandoned many years ago.
His policies has taken all the yams in my
barns and left the place empty with scars
To remind me of when I was who I was
In the past of my past with a future of it.
He allowed hidden hands the right to build
massive barns in a far land like a proud
possessors of big bags yet they have nothing
but revival of pains hidden in people' pride.
Tell him to bring back our corruption and
Take back his change that has looted us
We can return all his polished tall brooms
Let him leave us to perish more in our doom.
(C) John Chizoba Vincent
Voice Of Vincent 2016