If I Were The President. Poem by John Chizoba Vincent

The sky bear me witness
The soil knows my gut and willpower
Since its my home in the next phase of life
And the air could read out my evidence to the doubting masses.
They say only the elders know why the grasses Are green but in my case
Only my shadow could tell what is in my mind.
Only my footprints would represent my worth
And my achievement which can not be hidden in the moist
A sweat of the brow has brought me this far.
If i were the president i would defy discrimination
Hate injustice but marry love And run away from bribery and corruption.
I would flag off humility in high places because
I am bound to this soil in hundred fold by blood.
The millipede would rejoice whilst the ants would
Celebrate in high spirit for they need not to
Labour in the dry season for food for there would be enough for them ion the raining season.
I walk bare footed for my people to ride on horses
Live in the dungeon for them to live in the palace.
I would become the follower of them that sort after me
And cloth my people.
You have heard enough from others but enough is never enough for whom much is too little.
I pluck dignity like a faggots from blazing coal
Once i roared with the rage of oneness
Disunity retreat to it abode afraid.
i search and walk through the street of forbidden rags
And put smiles on their betrayed faces.
MY visions is not blurred but as clear as the crystals.
i would bend keenly and clean the sweat of men
wash their faces and peg out their tears.
I have known the scent of the rain in the country
Known the torture of its heat in the day.
People shall see opportunities in the gutters and I would make peace to reign like water.
The currency of my country shall be highly sort after all over the world.
I would turn the nylon and street papers into money,
The dust shall be sort after and the waste heap shall be turned to gold.
Children shall go on scholarship and my roads shall cry no more.
The terrorist shall bow down and beg for my mercy,
If i were the president there shall be food for all.
I am bound to this land by blood,
I am bound to them by Oat>
My people are my people shall be the slogan.
I shall not slumber nor sleep until i see all satisfied
so that they once said shall they say no more.
If i were the president i would bring down
The heavens on earth, strange night and darkness that instill fear would be no more.