Obama

Address the nation,
swear, vow.
Hand on the Bible,
a king now.
The microphone booms,
"let freedom ring."
The men solute,
the trumpets sing.
Once upon a time,
a nation falls.
A child without hope,
a girl without a doll.
Nothing left
for America to hold.
Broken vows
a thousand years old.
Promises spoken
from the mouth of hope,
empty or not,
only God will know.
He speaks of change,
of good to come.
To these promises,
we've all grown numb.
We've heard it before,
save your breathe.
How do we know
these changes aren't death?

(P.S.
I wrote this in my science class while watching his inauguration. This was me watching
everyone so excited about the changes he had promised and remembered how the others had
offered the same. This was me wondering if his word would hold true and if did indeed,
would it be a change for the better.)

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