Barrack Obama

Barack cool as a schooner in wind Anchored his vision to the sky Rinse the blue and uncloud his mind Rose up sweetly, bloom to defy Ancient customs screening light Callous suppositions on human rights Kindle a candle on his bow Omniscient one, keep this orison for him Black as the night but better to show Africa's star on the Atlantic brim Mending fences, sweeping pretenses away Allow him to bring his cargo into bay.