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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required We heard it over the radio We heard it over the radio and I don’t know if it’s true It was today at the gathering by the village square The chief had just bought new batteries so everyone was there The newsman sounded excited as he spelled out his story He said a son of the soil is now the paramount chief of America America, that land of the white man who once called us monkeys And now I hear a monkey reigns over them I recall it wasn’t April first so the chances were high So high that the elders were summoned to look into the issue For if the crown was for one of our soil then who were we to still toil As the elders met we sat by the oracle and waited Offering our obese goats and hailing our fore fathers For now a born of their line had the world by its horn When the elders emerged it was smiles instead of wrinkles Mzee Ojok’s land was to house the village rice milling plant The sons of Labeja would widen the village paths for tarmacking Schoolteacher Okello would write the congratulatory letter And remind him to start work as soon as possible Fathers were to send virgin beauties for our new heroes’ bride The choice of course would be his when he landed the iron bird But for the first night, Chief Ocuc was giving up his own bed and wife For whoever the gods choose, we their subjects must worship Within one week all was set, new drums curved and songs proposed Lands had been cleared and roads all trimmed Mothers ceased weaving and busied grooming daughters Eight years already and this son of Obama is not yet here Yet today, the newsman said his reign is coming to an end The elders believe its because the gods are angry with him.
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