I’m the product of what he had written for centuries ago
A figment of his visions the rest are yet to come.
An envoy with a different portrait among so many
Thu my perspective and intention are of his directions
I’m no fairy tale whether than you think of me
I’m no imagination of what your thought may seem
I’m human, rather say a flesh, with dust and breathe he created us both.
By now, you should acknowledge that I can’t be gone with the blink of an eye.
Upon his will I’m leading this nation
Your impertinence onto me hurt him more than you may have thought.
Your plots verses me have raised good patriotic concern from many
Now, all the union crews are on the verge of dissension.
