Obama Nation Poem by Jose Remillan

Your eyes are stuck on the
Afterglow invading the
Horizon. You wipe your
Tears with a rugged piece

Of cloth dotted with stars
And stripes, in remembrance
Of a nation's power, and
Prowess of sons and daughters

Flirting with anarchy and democracy.
Until then the world stood still, devouring
Your flesh and fantasies of happiness
And freedom. Now, let these words

Rebuke your vices and folly:
You are all too human to be holy.