Hello White House!
I have called to say hi!
My attire is without a tie
As I am not a resident of the house
Oh! This hallowed house
Many men in the past had resided
With their better halves, they had been sided
All of them make the history of the house
Where can I stand in this kind of a house?
That I can feel like a president
One; that is the most important resident
A feeling borne by only the one elected into the house
Anyway, I can just make do touring the house
Get absorbed in aura of the oval office on the west wing
And walk majestically through the east colonnade of the east wing
Then live with the memories of visiting the White House
OLANIYI G. AKANJI
© 2014
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
it is dream like the whie house where most powerful person stays and whole of the world is guided