African drums roar like lions in jungle,
African king of United States RISE
In the land of free, for land of the brave,
where dreams of a Black president come true.
As you take your rightful position in,
the mission has brought forth a new vision.
Black descendants of Kings and Queens soar like,
the shooting stars they only seen from afar.
Though many peer into a pitch black sky,
they don't pray to Blue-eyed White Jesus, they
look to you like a Black super hero.
Brothas and sistas, stand on their feet.
The Ballot or the Bullet, polls in droves
Black unity on November 4th ‘cause
visions of Black president in White house
mean change we can see, touch , hear, smell and taste.
African drums roll, thunder and lightning,
the crowning of you, Barack Obama.
You are change we can believe in, yes, yes
We can! Be all our ancestors' foreseen.
By: Jennifer-Tiara Ward