Leadership Call Poem by Odelana Rapheal

I know that the sun rises in the east
And sets in the west, a daily feast.
The seasonal changes begin in the north
And finish in the south, a cycle of rebirth.
However, north seems odd as I quest,
Its leadership call puts me to the test.

I can smell the north's soothing wind,
A sign of leaders, where strength is pinned.
Yes, the wind smells of times I toiled this land,
A call to lead, to take a stand.
The wind smells different in the west,
Where individualism and white-collar jobs manifest,
And leadership rises, meeting each quest.

Socialism and farming scent the wind in the north,
Calling leaders to bring new growth forth.

Having a terrible sense of smell and sight,
And poor hearing for the song of wind in the north,
Made the elected relax to the plight,
Failing to heed leadership's light.
I can smell the wind in the north with my sight,
Because I suffer the same fate while in the west,
Needing leaders to address the quest.

I'm cynical of the sun rising in the east
And setting in the west, where doubts increase.
Nor changing from north to south,
Leadership calls, with a guiding mouth.
The messiah elected who smells the wind on sight
Certainly could come from north, east, west, or south,
Bringing leadership's call, dispelling doubt.

© ODELANA RAPHEAL OLÚWAṢEUNFÚNMI
2024