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10/28/2012 2:54:04 AM

femi joey oloidi
Posts: 13
It a formulated thought of Martin Luther king. The poem shows how much King Luther is proud of America and Obama,for being the first faithful US black president.

Martin Luther, our Yellow Sun Obama:
'Martin’s thoughts'

From the genesis of Martin Luther’s life;
he has always generously laboured for the truth of freedom, and groomed the plant; that flourished the 'Obama-ness of togetherness'.

He never diverted form the glorious feelings of, 'we are one'.
Now he rests in the rim of his unfinished aims.
Withstanding, he still articulately calls out saying;
Where are you my people?

Undamaged in vision; he patiently waits on the shoulder of the mounting top,
still saying; in an incantation mood;
Where are you my people?

He has taken an oath; with God and sand, and also with social and unsocial wind.
And the promise stands to consume only his body, and let the soul of his struggle flee.

Because the soul of his struggle, has wrestled with colour and dust; and flatly conquered, just to get to the mountain top to clear the bushes, and build a mighty black and white golden castle, that will contain the redemption of hopes and fruitful salvation.

Now, he lays so gently alone; in the castle;
waiting for you all to come,
not for a holiday,
but for a long honeymoon of joy.

The sun rains on his thoughts,
and it heats it up so heavily,
because he is left lonely, and forced to be married; to the Florid of calmness.

But he still does not tremble or imitate fear,
for he strongly knows that his people are on their way; up to the mounting top.

Every morning, he peeps down through the window of his thoughts,
but he sees nothing, but giant dusts and dwarf clouds,
trying to aggressively claw down the faith of his thoughts.

This sometimes; makes him feel so aggrieved and wet in loneliness.
But, he still consoles himself,
for he knows that his people will never fail or betray his dreams.

This morning; 5th Nov 2008,
he decides not to peep and think too much.

Suddenly; he head a knock on his door,
and he thought that finally; the giant dusts and dwarf clouds; has caught up with him eventually, to raid his ghost away.

And he takes the door;
to his most colourful surprise,
all he sees; where black and white solders and Angels everywhere,
smiling and yenning so happily at him.

He stood still, like a blushing blocked fish,
with a wild silver smile; he smiled.
And in a city of tears of joy; he watched,
because his mouth, was so blocked to laugh and scream out loud, in an excessive excitement.

He held them all tightly, one after the other, like his warm blanket; with tears, still strolling down his handsome soul.

He Said boldly to them;
'I knew, my people will never leave me here, lonely and sold to the cold'.
Welcome my giants, you came well.

And he went further by saying;
now I can sleep with a smile on my face; for I, Martin Luther the King, is hugely fulfilled. Thank you Barrack, Obama, for you have solemnly lead the black and white marathon race; to see my wonderful black and white golden castle, and also; thank you my lovely people; for believing in; "Yes You Can".


* A man with a golden heart is richer and wiser than a man who has a castle full of gold and ornamented treasures, “Martin Luther was a man; with a golden mind and mouth. His mind and speech, was simply his wings; which he used to fly into the peoples heart, mind and Barack Obama's vision. So believe me when I say this; the glorous positive spirit of Martin Luther, lives in Obama. This has made Obama; take America as his heaven of love, and he will never let it crash to ashes. Take a good look into Obama’s eyes, you’ll notice the way he looks into American's eyes, like it’s his new born baby. Let's give him another chance to rule, because America's remedy,remains in his vision. God bless America, God bless the world!
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