Reality

From a black and white cow
Grazing on the grass
Hearing the wind whisper in its ear
As the tree leaves rustle together

From a man who once
Said “The hope of a skinny kid with a funny name
Who believes that America has a place for him, too.”
That man is named Obama and
We do have a place for him
The White House
To give us hope and
Make dreams come true

So peace and prosperity can come
So we can hear our
Ancestors’ cries in the wind
We shall over come
To have a country so great
That the people in
Kenya can hear our celebration

His time has came
To lead our democracy created
Over 200 years ago

As he looks at all of America
To look up and say
I am the president of the USA

We do not have to dream any more
Because this is not a dream
No more
It’s reality
So now we can open our eyes and smell the coffee.