Mr President, I don’t need your picture on my wall.
Don’t bother addressing me, don’t even call.
I don’t need your promises of change,
i’m tired of wishing ignored issues would rearrange.
I don’t need to learn your ideology.
Your opening words are already intellectual apology.
I don’t need your electricity.
After all what do barbarian’s know of sensitivity.
You can never give me security.
lets just waste away and lose fecundity.
And i dont need your political system.
Whats the use of having ears if the mind can’t listen.
I don’t need justice from your courts,
like i wouldn’t need flowers if i was on life support.
I don’t even need those extensive streets.
You made them to ply them with your expensive jeeps.
With these two hands i found the rock i sleep on.
With these two feet i sought after a home.
But since i was mistaken, seems i must keep on.
What can a man do, when home is not at home.