Obama, for you.

Unexpectedly, sun is rising on your shoulders
As you come from a long road of battle

While the blood is flowing from our ears
With the bad news penetrating day by day in our soul
While sorrow caves in on our lips and our chest


Remember we were lost in the darkness of history
While trying to find our way at the “railroad”
Ending in exile


Remember together we read
“The Jungle” and “The Color Purple”


We ran on the seaside to counsel the dead birds
To vitalize our dreams by the hope in your eyes
We knew we can bring the sun close to our doorstep
And count the stars that look at us unexpectedly


When the day breaks we will go to the railroad
To free those slaves that worked hard for our silk dress
And skipped towards freedom to greet you

But the truth is that the sun is rising unexpectedly
On your shoulder and the little dormant plants have started
Climbing everywhere towards the sun on your shoulder

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