MR. PRESIDENT

Mr. President, esteemed sir,

Your title commands respect and awe,
A soothing salutation that hearts adore.
Your face shines bright, like celestial light,
Reflecting wisdom, guiding through the night.

Your suit, impeccable, neat, and pressed,
Your shoes, polished, shining with finesse.

Second only to God, you lead the way,
A beacon of hope, in a world astray.
The feeling of being one is intriguing,
A noble aspiration, hearts keep urging.

With power vested, I vow to address,
The chaos that ravages, youth's distress.
If I am able, I will prevent chaos,
Chaos that slaughters youth like animals on the street.

I'll combat ungodliness, corruption's stain,
Restore dignity, end suffering's pain.
If I am able, corruption will become displeasing,
Like salty soup, unwanted, forsaken.

If I am able, youth will no longer wander,
Jobless, like stray animals without care.
If I am able, the elderly won't be forgotten,
Like rags; their pain will turn to happiness.

If I am able, bad eggs will be separated,
From good eggs, at all costs.
If I am able, evil will be banished,
Forever.

And if I am able, the world will be better,
A place where peace is restored.