The Year of Truth (Third Year of Obama)

A Promised President of Change
Resurrection of King’s dream
On global scale
Warier of cause, the voice of oppressed
The herald of change from America to Middle East
A Noble prize winner
And a lost soul in dust
Oh DC, the mother of all irreverence to dignity
Oh DC, the broken chain of integrity
You corrupted the man with your bosoms
You intoxicated him with your vine
He sold his soul
For a handful of votes
To remain with you
To drink from you
Oh DC, your vine is poisonous
As the chalice, Athens offered Socrates
Now he is a false prophet in the line of many
Defender of oppressors, distorter of truth
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There was another prophecy
Foretold at inception of life
To come a man in skin of Africa
And flesh of Siberia
To carry King’s dreams
To burial land of deception
He will sing your songs
As the Sirens of uncharted sea to sailors
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We brought him gifts
The toil of our sweat and blood
Carried on our back
City to city, town to town
He whispered the sacred words
Justice and dignity to all oppressed
Masses roared as he spoke
A new Messiah, a new prophet
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On third year of his reign
In the castle of white walls and many rooms
And from the podium of UN
He showed his true face
A mockery of Noble Prize
Face of Ku Klux Klan buried in African skin
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We will go our way Mr. President
You carry your deception
You celebrate blood and lies
We will sing the ballad of justice
Peace and equality

Dreamers

We were the dreamers
With eyes fixed on stars
And feet trapped in Earth
One arm stretched towards oppressed
One arm covered with gun powder
On our plates, was carved sacred words
We tilled the land with blood
Mine and Yours
Sowed the seeds of hatred
And reaped more blood
Mine and yours
We were “Dreamers”
Who did not know
How to cultivate the land