Obama

On some dark starry night, A couple black and white. Decided to give the world, A shining bright light. Thus Obama was born. A rose without thorn. Telling the world now to stop blowing their horn. Will this man fused from darkness and bright, Lead the world forward and put it on right? The universe wanders, with politicians that squander, Makes you to sit up and sometimes to ponder, Lord doth createth such an asinine blunder. In times of distress Indians cry out O’Rama, But for the West right now it will be O’Bama. We hope that his promises will not fade, For don’t forget God himself, Wonders and blunders hath made. -Prince Freakasso (Painter and poet)