"On the Letter to the President"

“Before it is too late”,

The weighty Letter says…

What an irony of fate

I see in these days.

Old Chief please wait:

Why make a case

With lips oiled with hate?

Your history has no rays!

The harsh wind I await

Has now blown with trace

And I have seen the state

Of the President’s ass base.

What a mockery of a Nation’s pride

And when shall WE then decide?