Barrack Poems - Poems about Barrack

I have seen the black face of his Kenyan father With whom he didn’t go farther: an absolutely Black Papa Describing not the Diaspora Rappa, His loudest trumpets for Jomo, As Barak’s nearly were for The Homo: Safer A self –reclaiming returnee Than an ever groping escapee: Better Kenya’s social leper Than an American on paper And heard have I of his unique white...

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Barack Obama and Donald Trump By Franklin Price 11/10/2016 Barack Obama and Donald Trump The president and pres elect Got together at the Whitehouse For presidential retrospect Never had they met before Had slammed each other quite a lot Must talk now of transition Forget about the fight they fought Rise above their personage The U.S. they must lead Personal opinions put behind them Office of president to...

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Red ,dark barracks,is where fight meet Can you stand in spite of retreat? You can't see the youngster near the Monster,thus his power on the mighty Tower When they go out of fear,they still Need the use of gear,so When the time comes,life will One day be like drums The barracks are a station of will, And the act of drill From that comes the conclusion...

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If you wants me point of view this will have to do It just what I see to Obama I make this statement while you clean the pavement just a note from me I don't know why I didn't like ether guy so I didn't vote you see to a party I'm not dependent I've always been Independent free thinker I be so senserly Obama I didn't...

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Mr Barrack Hussein Obama Has a dog Bo as his karma On his proposed election tour He’ll be in front for sure...

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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,...

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Cumbersome, Shut off from the world around you, Trying to escape the deceit. Apathetic, Knowing that you can’t hide from it, Accepting the pain as your own. Ambivalent, Should I create or destroy, Trapped in an endless sea of hypocrisy. Imprisoned, Looking at the walls around you, Trying to pry the cement from your cell bars. Exhaustion,...

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