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Mr President
There are mountains of dreams
Encompassed with tears extreme
And I fear with thoughts hard to bear
One cannot create luck out of thin air
Good Morning Mr President
Greetings from a local resident
Long before I make this statement
Many have left with sounder judgement
Like the poem of a divine poet blowing up in smoke
I heard you make your wonderful speeches
All promises were absorbed with two ears soaked
But I know 'English' confuses when it preaches
Drunk with ears, unable to comprehend
Are the problems of society that easy to mend?
Can you really make the world a better place
with peace, trust and prosperity amongst races?
Copyright 2009 - Sylvia Chidi
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Sylvia Chidi
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