I don't like the world but the choice is too stark,
too dark
Why can there not be
A half-way house for the likes of me
This world is rotten to the core
Its getting to be an utter bore, a sore
A pain unfettered
Where fools untethered
Run everything as a birth right
Into the ground so deep, so tight
We have no place to hide
we are adrift, pulled out by the tide.
And then came Barack Obama...
One day the man is hope, the next day, nope
He's not
Yesterday he promised peace, today its only his bliss
His success to secure,
he embraces those who are far from pure
those who made the mess in the first place
So now its like "in your face"
I won the race
its my taste.
Barack Obama
Its early days yet
I can only place my bet.
But, like many,
I feel your first steps to be one huge whammy.
If you stay true to your pledge though
And not hedge your bets to appease the Party whore
You may indeed retain the edge
And make America the Great, the badge
That all will wear to honour the sage, the man,
the first Black President.
He who dare
To make the world a place for all to share.
END
Wednesday, 10 December 2008
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