I’m sorry I don’t want to be a president,

I don’t want to rule or conquer anyone,

I want to love, give and live for everyone,

I want to bury this pressing dent,

Please, don’t make me fight the dancing wind,

I’d rather not challenge its whirling song,

No, not because I can’t stand its wing,

But for it has done nothing wrong

Twist my tongue till it burns to purple,

Drill me farther from my white to brown,

Not until my song finds a couple,

I’ll fight on till I sight a crown.

No competitor takes a bribe to win a contest,

The victor knows better not to quit,

 All tribes must align for this tasty conquest,

If we must eat from victory’s meat.

It’s so easy to break the rules,

But how possible is it to pick the pieces?

I want to doubt my semi-gold rules,

Till I behold how true your praise is,

In this time, evil abounds,

I am called to set things right,

To halt the clock, no roundabouts,

In life’s trade, to be the light,

I am the trader, who has enough,

I try so much to look less rough,

So after each trade and tough exchange,

I return a piece of me as change.

This poem is about: 
My community
My country
Our world
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