For My President When He Dies

We will wake up early one morn
To wailing, lamentation and songs to mourn.
A national holiday it shall be,
And the national mourners shall be we.
We’ll lie on the streets to pray for his soul,
And plead for forgiveness while he’s dropped in the hole.
When my president dies,
It won’t go like time flies,
No! It won’t will remain like marrow in our bones,
For we will write his name on tablets of stones.
If only my president was a good man,
And never like someone from Iran,
We will mourn him like this and more.

Younglan Louis