Barack Obama

Sir We won't see you next election

Yet there's more insight to administrate

From your eight years of corrections

Four years boiling between your ears in reflection

You won't be back to give the glory of certainty

You a slayer of fear, a reason to care, new eyes to see

You won't be here in 2020 to bless us from the presidential podium

To create harmony amid the chaos and crack the right wing's false codes

I pray every part of you manifests on every suffering realm within our world

That your determination and fire that pushed 50 states, never gets old

Your bigger picture looms like an ancient prophecy

This small earth should never know scarcity

Consider the higher duty, the noblest path

the one that tight lipped apathy flips the bird to and laughs

There's no new election for you sir,

so make the world your canvas, because clumsy loves the past

Continue the greatness of your reign, for nothing may surpass

Let my words be your gain, to complete those unfinished tasks!