A Poem Titled “The President”

The number one citizen he is called

A title coveted by many and respected

But belongs to one, who is “loved”


One with a legion of advisers

Most of whom  are sycophants

Who carry portfolios

Suggesting ideas


Ideas that smell of lilacs

Reminds of daffodils

But stings like bees


Dwelling in his luxurious rock

Preening like a peacock

Scared of the tick of the clock


Killing the economy

Scared of mutiny

As an American is of Alimony


While plenty are poor in health

And the senators drown in wealth

He flourishes to the hilt.


About Egoyibo Okoro

Beautiful. Friendly. Opinionated. Feminist. Scholarly. Political. Christian. Sometimes, I write in Engli-Igbo and/or pidgin English. Just so you know, I am naturally disgruntled about a lot of things, most especially gender inequality, human rights abuses, racism and corruption. #EndChildMarriage. #EndTerrorism. #EndPoverty. #EndRacism. #EndImperialism. The Igbo say, "egbe bere, ugo bere, nke si ibe ya ebena nku kwa ya" - Live and let live!
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