Night of Change
From the past cries of “I Am A Man”
to the current cheers of “Yes We Can”
His God gifted light shined ever so bright
well into the cool November night.
The man who would fulfill the dream deferred
no longer would we be unheard.
The roars grew louder with when each state turned blue
as we watched a new future come hurdling through.
With a ground swell unseen to this very date
there was a decline of those precious red states.
The people’s voice was loud and absolutely clear.
The statement of change was the echo in each other’s ear.
Now Lord we ask to please relay these thoughts,
thank our brothers and sisters for the wars they fought.
For this great day wouldn’t be the same
without the sacrifices of the brave but faceless with no historic name.
Your bloodshed is not forgotten but instead it’s honored with pride and grace.
It wasn’t just the new president who brought tears to each jubilant face.
It was the collected spirit shared by our at times overlooked race.
But this day wasn’t only for us of the same color
It was for the moment that now we can all be called brothers.
The 4th of November was the final step of a race ran above common racial drama.
For today the world must say
“The 44th President of these United States is Barrack Hussein Obama”
