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