[This poem may NOT be freely reprinted. Please contact the author for reprint rights.] As the last paved step was laid leading to this special White House the young slave looked  up and thought. His eyes reflected his dream of hope. The dream of a day when from a tribe of slave born children, a chosen one would walk those steps,  as the highest in the land. . And as the sixty five year old nigger was thrown out of the white bar he raised  his fist  and cried, One day you will know that what you did will  make a deep echo . There will be the like of us taking the sacred oath of President. Then only will a nation rise above prejudice. Then only will a people all unite. Then only will colour, creed and race come together in unity,   a singularity as One.. Then only will a leader emerge where only  courage and love  can reflect  choice. That choice we now know as Barack Obama The saviour of our New America. Merlyn Swan 2009 After the inauguration of Barack Obama as the 44th President of the United States of America

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