That Boy Obama

       By Joyce Ashuntantang

 

That boy Obama don enter the white house

But ma tears still wet the rose garden

So new days can grow

 

Last night skip Gates* was arrested

He no criminal

But they put the ‘cuffs on him all right.

Don’t know what he be doing in them China

But child, he had no country to come back to

 

The other day Betty’s child had no invite

15 boys on the team but no card for him

Someone say he is new

That red haired boy be new too

But I guess his color ain’t new

Today I turn ma TV on

 And that son of a slave owner

He call ma president a liar

He wake ma senses up

And I see Preacher king in my dream

True, the white house don turn all black

But ma tears still wet the rose garden

So new days can grow

*Prof. Henry Louis Gates of Harvard University.