For My President When He Dies

For the President of Mosquitoes,
the day you die, in free air will I wiggle my toes.
I will lay before me and God like my birth-day.
I will get refunds for insecticides of today.
No more mornings for the President of Anopheles.

For the President of the weak,
do not grow trouble, just be meek.
Let your heart not weary from kindness
Become a bird and give shelter to humility in your nest.
President of the gentle.

For President of Anti-corruption
become like eye drop, be a lotion.
When if you die, please die humble
let not your spirit also fumble.
President of Truth

Ruddapoet [TRCP]

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