Well, Obama has finally done it, it would seem. Following is a poem looking forward from here.
Live well,
Ollie
Game On
Black knight has won one fight.
White queen down, not quite.
All eyes turn towards the fall,
towards the king, who stands so tall.
Who can say what future brings?
Sound the bell, hear it ring.
Warrior king’s strident call,
“Face our enemies, make them fall.”
Black knight speaks of coming change,
“Sotto Voce” in the main.
Facing angry, enemy cries,
purveying all manner of lies.
“I don’t appease, in god I trust,
I’ll use force if I must.
We must change how we think,
we must draw back from the brink.”
Who will win, no one knows?
Who will wear the emperor’s clothes?
Young black knight ever seen
as the hope that might have been.
Old grizzled king who stands at bay,
lived to fight another day.
He who knows no other way
ushers in a brand new day.
