In Spirit Vengeance Poem by Ricky Antunes

It all began in wait
For vengeance upon
A figure of highest servitude
Upon the land, Barak Obama
I hate him not But hate still
Fore he he has cast
Me rought within time
Without my father
Custodio as in guardian
Angel keeper

A Dad he was not for Dad
Is an understatement
For a Dad sounds more akin
To an aquaintanceship
When in marrow deep
Within my bones

Foresight is an everlasting want
To predict a means to a beginning
When in night to reject sound
Of a voice that carried
Cold and still within

Upon the morrow to seek
His assistance to stave off
The death knell of the
Reaper's scythe to strike him down
In longing want to provide
For his family one last time
 With penchant check

The cold November state of is
Has cast upon the still
Of the everlasting want
To find him here to greet
The woman I have found
In happenstance to reflect

For he is in ways
An avenging angel
With him gone here hence past
This solitude without father
I hate him not this man of power
But upon the hour
Of the day to reject
The time in absence back
Of eight long excruciating years
Without Custodio Jose Antunes

I remember still back when motion
Stills the quiet  of my mind
To relive the days in lasting
Short in memory when
Longer still to live
Through hence
My heart of hearing his voice
In response with 'I don't care'
When I thought to turn to him
Barak Obama the very man
Whose unacceptance echo back
To former President