Dreams for My Father

Obama, O-bam-a, O’ my Ali Babwa…

a framer for our time,

a fountain for our springs,

with eyes cast keen on our days.

You bear the cross that Jefferson glossed

and carry us on our way.

For there is no cost, no naught for dear us,

we are with you like wrinkles with age.

Give us your might! And donate your hours,

while we scour the linings of our cotton trousers,

we’ll throw bestow and blow upon you

the glitter of our bottom dollars.

At last! let life, let full freedom ring,

from sea to shining C-block,

tick tock! make it stop,

tick tock goes the clock on your reign.

Oh term limits be damned!

They’re all the same,

but you, you’re a pearl in this game.

And dark is the day when you go away,

leaving us with the light of a foe.

A woman, a Rand, a randy old man.

There will not be another Hussein.

A world without you? No that I can’t do…

what does this dagger do in my hand?

Forswear it, father! I now go and expire,

Champagne!

Good god! Don’t watch, the blood, it’s a flood.

But Barry, my means, my man…