Mr. President Poem by Elias Ng'ang'a K.

Mr. President


I swear!
you are the president.
when the kingdom comes
And stamps your authority
on the ballot,
you dont need to open your eyes
You are the president


The people have had their say
But that dont count
i shoved it beneath the table
and bought the commissioner handsomely
i pushed the lobbying squatters
into shelters, .they had to prescribe to your
supremacy Sir.
you are the president


I had a difficult time
playing down your murder charges
dismissing them as stale
i need more liberty to bail
Your judge off your neck.
with a cup of coffee, Sir, .
by all means
you are the president.


Every mountain
has been made low.
believe me your Highness.
if need be, on a gunpoint,
the commissioner must adopt
to the weather of a new,
Mr. Honorable President.