Mr. President

Mr. President Barack Obama

How smooth I view you groove

The world moves whenever you move.

Your heart is true, your faith is strong

In you millions found rhythm and a song.

Courage’s snug in the bosom of a true friend

For you elegance has adopted a new name

You ease yourself into a task with pure grace,

You tackle it like it’s a game you was born to play.

And now you’ve gone and added beauty

To the color of black and all of humanity.

I’m cut up to say how you did the things you did,

But boundless time testifies to the glory of your story.

Akpan