OBAMA POEM
A Nations Wealth Is Not It's Wheat, Oil Or Gold...
Americans be proud,
Of our grand country...
I can see the turmoil in my people's streets
on this immoral plain of stone sorrow greets...
We say the pledge every day in school,
but for what reason...
Crouching in the long lost leaves
thousands of warriors...
I'm struggling and straining for you
I'm facing the dragon because of you...
America, 'America, Glad to meet you...
We fought hard
we fought long...
Forgive me, for I have betrayed you! For I have...
In my center
My core of my being shines a light...
Independence to you means parties and plans
Independence to me means blood and death...
Oh say can you see
in the darknes of lies...