Dear Mr President by: Sahid Kanu Poem by Sahid Alhaji Kanu

Dear Mr. President, can you hear! ?
The streets are loud, the voices clear.
Not from the halls where power sits, But from the cracks, the slums, the pits.

We write to you with open scars,
From lives confined behind barred bars. Not prison walls, but tighter chains— Of hunger, silence, unpaid pains.

Do you see the mothers weep,
Trading sleep for wounds too deep? Do you feel the children's cries, Buried under endless lies?

You speak of growth, of peace, of pride, But numbers don't reflect the tide.
The youth you praise have nowhere to go, Their dreams dissolve in status quo.

Dear Mr. President, we bleed in queues, Where promises come as breaking news.
Where jobs are myths, and hope wears thin, And justice begs to be let in.

We don't need speeches dressed in gold, We need clean hands, and courage bold.
To build a land that stands, not bends, Where power serves, not just pretends.

So read this not as blame or threat—
But truth your title should not forget. We are the voices you must face—The soul beneath this wounded place.

Dear Mr. President,
We still believe.
But we are watching—
Don't deceive.