The death of a president births new life in me
His legacy, a seeds embeds in me
My new dream an embryo that urges me to throw up toxidity
I need an empty mind to carry through this pregnancy
9months I'll carry him in my abdomen
His whole life he'll be cradled in my mind
The wisdom I acquire now
Will shape his future
All he'll have to do is respect me to be blessed
I'll rear him from an embryo to a monarch
Head of a democracy in need of a king to lead them to divinity
The death of a king births new life in me
An animate desire that after hours of labor my sons heart will beat against mine in a rhythm befitting only that of royalty
Displaying nothing less than bravery
As he grows he shall know nothing than to be virtuous
Be virtuous in order to be a king
Be virtuous in order to be president


