THE PRESUMPTUOUSLY BARACK OBAMA

poem by: Kenvil Atkins
Written on Nov 12, 2024

THE PRESUMPTUOUSLY BARACK OBAMA
He swept the land capturing black and white! And they gave him victory.
Promises he made faded by the minute! His position, ego highest bidder.
He claims them as a people of his own! Most claim him a supreme leader.
An unpairing amor his attire! Blinding black folks thinking he is not for hire.
This mere had a flair! That foolishly did not care, knowing no one dared to fire.
Keep on believing in his superiority! All colored people's brothers were his subjects.
Verse Two 
Black Americans had no object! and kept their responses to themselves until now.
The flamboyant president! We are hosting rainbow-colored, gradually slipping off the chart.
None dare to say they were sore and shameful!  Over how he manifests his superiority. 
In Barak's mind he wine and dines! Portraying great desire, for his accomplishments. 
Always at the forefront of speeches of malice! He sorts to bamboo his lower subjects.
And for a while the comfort he possesses! Sharing and bragging, about an attitude of grandeur.
Verse Three
Off went Barack's was trouble by just one thing! How would he straighten out his puppets?
His mellow dramatic approach! to voicing his anger, chastises people of lesser class. 
He let loose a flood of hate! Anger resentment, presumptuously which was held back. 
Standing in the middle of the forest! He could not see the trees, rudely awakened and forsaken.
Taking much too much for granted! And getting carried away, oh what a dreadful price he paid.
Self-destructs This Harvard lad! Grandsire has tarnished a dragnet of curses, they no brother of his.
The brothers once crowned him king! he is a Joker in the deck tossed aside by his destructive ways.

Into The Mist Poetry Volume 9. The Barack Obama Story
Kenvil Atkins Lewis poet for Timeless Poetry and Short Stories / Raw Energy.

 

Tags: Sad, Anger, Abstract, Fear, Wishful, Deep,

 

 

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