Two years ago the impossible came to be. What would happen in the years ahead was something we did not even think of. It was as if time stopped dead in its tracks. Of course it did not, rather it continued on its relentless march. Look now at what has come to pass!
Under the Reign of a Black President there is consternation in many parts that a man of a different hue sits and rules, while in other quarters there is great joy that we seem to have reached the Promised Land.
Under the Reign of a Black President the people stagger and the rich swagger, but the nation still somehow remains Number One.
Under the Reign of a Black President the long wars continue and bombs are rained upon Libya which lies squarely in the Motherland.
Under the Reign of a Black President Black leaders vie and fight for his attention, while the party out of power struggles to find a viable candidate.
Under the Reign of a Black President, yes, we know that we can be whatever we want to be, but the tide of incarceration swells unrelentingly.
Meanwhile, storms and man-made catastrophes repeatedly befall us, but the sun also rises, and our future, as ever, is in our hands. . .
Under the Reign of a Black President!