Act One
In the footprints of Mandela
On the ladders of the King
He comes and from some sides hosannas ring
Untinged by darker powers
Unhinged by fate and fame
He brings to us the light of hope again
Construct your own Obama
Create your daytime drama
Make our world a bit safer and calmer
He overcame the odds
Not fathered sometimes mothered
He had the courage to campaign while colored
And now may he complete
All he will represent
Our brave and beautiful Black President.
Act Two
Eat your mortage bills
Eat your plastic card
Eat the things for which you work so hard
Eat your pistol's prey
Eat your hunting gun
Eat the things that really bring you fun
Eat your own McCain
He was tortured for your pain
He'll make the world safe for Empire again
He'll keep the empty stares
On all your dollars white
And have you dying for new wars to fight.
Finale
The world evolves much faster
The strength drains from your hands
No longer master of your sacred plans
It's simpler to embrace
The lies, forces of hate
Much easier to tear down than create
And when you vote your fears
Dreams fall behind Reality
About a hundred years
So see you maybe then
Back in the dreams you sent
My brave and beautiful Black President.
Frank Bana
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-black-president/
