I am the president of America
Like the 44th president, I’m from Africa
First Lady, my wife, is Erica
She sleeps early, I work late
White House ain’t some holiday camp.
“I Have a Dream” speech
It’s in the US archives
It’s delivered by Martin Luther King, junior
I ain’t his enthusiastic supporter
I’m the 100th US president
And I had a dream.
I was aboard Air Force One
No fleet of fighter jets’ escort
I wanted to see the country I’s the president
The land of milk and honey.
Air Force One flew low and slow over the cities
I’s watching the Statue of Liberty;
Something’s wrong, my instincts’re right
Colonel Gibbs, pilot, was saying something
Air Force One was falling, plummeting
Air Force One was crashing; inferno, death.
I floated up there, or at least my ghost did
I’s adrift; Air Force One was going down, aflame
I overcame the shock quickly, I’s dead
I hadn’t said goodbye to anyone
Even to Erica, First Lady
I’m only forty-four, I thought
What a short life
And my career a brief tragic fiasco;
I wept.
Air Force One crashed on the motley quilt below
Volcanic orange flames erupted
The menacing flame burst consumed everything
Matter reduced to black-white cinders
I pitied the victims, I wasn’t one of them.
I’s no longer flying low-low-low
I was going up, up, up;
Flocks of birds flew beneath and by me
The sky a cacophony whir of emergency helis
Rushing to rescue the US President, me
What a waste of time and resources.
The clouds hugged me passionately
Only my dearest Erica did that
I was high over the Atlantic
Water aquamarine, turning wine black
The calico quilt spread below beautiful, real
I was actually seeing the country I’s the president
Mission completed
God Bless America.
Wind brushed my ears, the only sound
Mind’s in astonishing crystal clarity
Images clouded in quartz glass lucidity
Former US President’s life retrospective;
The days with my Afro-American parents
All the teenage hominess
The things I did in darkness
The forbidden fruits I ate
The clandestine cartels I ran
The Black Market no one’ll ever know of
The secret meetings of the brotherhood
The people I ordered to be killed
The mistresses no one knew of
The whole caboodle of my life
Was in stupefying limpidity.
Earth was growing below me
Landscape in minuscule
Quite a juxtaposition of all NASA pictures
Filled the sky in acuate topographical rivet
Ommigod! The grandeur defies description.
As for me, formerly the President of US
Was a flyspeck of human consciousness
The once greatest man in the world
Reduced to nihility
I’s going home
Heaven? No chance in hell
Hell? Heaven forbid
Yikes! It’s just a dream.
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Well…
This your dream dey one kain o. I never understand am.
“I’s”? what does that even mean….is it the correct usage,or an obsolete form of whatever it is you are saying..
“Stupefying Limpidity”? …..Okay o!!!
I’s is the word I is,..some black americans use this one instead of the correct one we all know..I am…since the poet writes from a black american’s point of view, he slips into this speech common to them especially as it is a dream and no one is listening to the conversation in his head..
Limpidity is coined from the word Limpid which means clear..now that is where ‘poetic license’ comes to play..
But hey! i am not the writer..*talking to myself*… are you doing a review???..hehehe..
@Bubbllinna Thanks, was rily just trying to feel the poem, but actually after a second read, I got a better handle on it.
You are welcome teewah..glad I gave it more ‘limpidity’…hehehe
on the contrary… I’s is the contracted form of ‘I Was’… guess the ‘American disease’(that’s what brits say) has gotten into me
Poetry as we all know it is Imaginative writing in verse…
First of all I like the way the poet used that famous speech as a title and worked it into the poem..literally..
This could work well as a story..seriously..Guess elove is creating a scene of how d black president of d US dies, all being a dream of course..
I found this interesting, maybe it is just me…Well done elove..
This is your first post on NS…whatever comments you recieve, heed to the constructive ones…Welcome..
@sibbylwhyte: You try o. This your explanation above still amazes me. So you’ve done poetry to that level? (all the talk of black American poets and stuff).
@tosyn…You wld be surprised then to read that I learnt literature in secondary schl and dat was it….Glad to have made sense to you..
@sibbylwhyte: Oh, it sure did. And yes, It’s really surprising o. I was already imagining you writing your thesis 4 a Ph.D. in literature. lol
Twas lucid (or should I say limpid?) for me. And I loved it. I always love poetry with depth and description, and I found both of them here.
Well done, dude (I suppose?)!!!
Suppose so…. guess!
wow! Dude, you “wowed” me. Just love your stylish way.. This is one of the best poetry I ever read here. Nice work with black-american accent!
…And the bell rings…more accolades..Well crafted @ elove.I like d Allusion to Martin Luther,if u had nt done dat in dis poem,may be I wud SHOUT cause,I av done close study of d man nd dat inspired d interest to read dis.WELL DONE ND WELCOME!
Thank you for your comment… but honestly, I ain’t his supporter o!
I’s not know what the poem is all about.
What is the writer telling us?
Wake up and tell me.
It’s a dream…t’s really that.
Welldone.
Well, I don’t know how to say this without looking stupid after all the praise. I didn’t feel this…kinda. I love the concept and the message but the telling…*scratching my head*
But I am happy for you bro! People love your poem!
Nice one bt…..STOP dreaming and wake up 2 d reality in naija.
of course i will wake up