A picture from my computer doodling.
I dream of a Son one day rising over the center of the morning
The Sun will be a Son of the land born now or in the next century
He may be an heir of the land but not born on the land
He will be warm and comforting and will build a nation
Out of many he will make one defying the policy of the many
All his people will embrace his wisdom of direction
He will be firm, bright, gracious, democratic and a born leader
He will lead people out of the bondage of ignorance and despair
He will do away with those who rule through inheritance and life
He will be loved by the old for cherishing culture and heritage
He will be loved by wealth for allowing commerce to flourish
He will be loved by parents for educating all his people for free
He will be loved by children for they will be proud to emulate him
As the first democratically elected leader he will serve two terms
Unlike others relinquishing power will be his greatest glory
People will want his re-election but he will resist all attempts
Living after, he will oversee his work as democracy flourishes
His name will be praised for the inheritance he left his people
When he is laid to rest the sky will open for his entrance
( © Copyright, Fadi Zanayed. Publication or distribution of this material is allowed provided its content is not altered and the source and its author are cited.)
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