Yes He Did… (for President Obama, Aunt Li’l Rosie, and Papa Mac)
By C. Liegh McInnis, Jr.
Seraphs are silky smooth as they glide on the air of God’s breath
their heads always on a swivel, locomotive lights for eyes
they see with their hearts illuminating through laser retinas
proving that we are all flashlights flaming from flecks of Jah
Yet, too many fallen spirits left unplugged from the source have forgotten
that they are not the matter of things mathematical
but are whispers sent into the abyss of rotting carnality to spray
showers of spring that resurrect dry bones buried in moldy selfishness
This is especially true when weeds masquerading as Bushes choked the life
from a field of flowers blossoming from Civil Rights fertilizer or when
money-drunk sailors drove the red, white, and blue Titanic into the iceberg of piracy;
that’s when those set apart must take the wheel to keep homes from sinking
It took spirit number 44 to hank hammer home healthcare
while stimulating the muscle in our automotive paralysis as he
abracadabraed away the flesh-eating middle man of student loans
simultaneously slicing in half the fire-breathing dragon of veteran homelessness
Erected solid steel EPA shields that protect the earth from its greedy inhabitants
by limiting the amount of puff puff pass from power plants passing carbon gas
then banned the box that boxed out former inmates from work
so that they would not be perpetual prisoners on a hamster’s Jim Crow-wheel
Ignited the fire for Lilly Ledbetter’s Law to incinerate the fence forbidding fair dividends
because wives are equal heirs in the Kingdom as the putrefying prayers
of a man who beats his wife wither and die before they reach God’s ear;
not all spirits become seraphs because truth can be too heavy to carry up nine levels
44 ensured that Sarah and Hagar’s children sleep the same amount of nights in a cell
because crack and cocaine are twins that should have never been separated by the courts.
Then rekindled the spark of American ingenuity into the space program stuck on yesterday
and still had time to fashion school nutrition into the rocket fuel children need to fly
Trimmed the fat of the F-22, shedding billions of unused pounds that only served
to bloat the belly of Lockheed Martin the Loch Ness Monster of military spending
all while plowing two terms with one wife and no scandal which equals to a kick
in the teeth to Willie Lynch and Jeffersonian fables about the intellect of Blues People
Facing those Hell Hounds in the House and Senate
he never relented to the ravenous racism of the un-right
but remained a steady stream of unstoppable dignity
desiring to wash the feet of those forbidden from Pharaoh’s Table.
Sacred spirits don’t swim in scandal ‘cause they have mastered
sidestepping slithering sidewinders trying to suck them into their swamp.
They ain’t picture perfect just perfectly suited to be the lighthouse of integrity
even when the creatures of the grotto prefer the darkness
44 couldn’t complete the journey up the nine rungs
but pointed the way to the promised land if other spirits
learn how to undress their strangling self-centeredness and
liberate themselves from the fictitious quick-sanding cave of can’t
By C. Liegh McInnis, Jr.
Seraphs are silky smooth as they glide on the air of God’s breath
their heads always on a swivel, locomotive lights for eyes
they see with their hearts illuminating through laser retinas
proving that we are all flashlights flaming from flecks of Jah
Yet, too many fallen spirits left unplugged from the source have forgotten
that they are not the matter of things mathematical
but are whispers sent into the abyss of rotting carnality to spray
showers of spring that resurrect dry bones buried in moldy selfishness
This is especially true when weeds masquerading as Bushes choked the life
from a field of flowers blossoming from Civil Rights fertilizer or when
money-drunk sailors drove the red, white, and blue Titanic into the iceberg of piracy;
that’s when those set apart must take the wheel to keep homes from sinking
It took spirit number 44 to hank hammer home healthcare
while stimulating the muscle in our automotive paralysis as he
abracadabraed away the flesh-eating middle man of student loans
simultaneously slicing in half the fire-breathing dragon of veteran homelessness
Erected solid steel EPA shields that protect the earth from its greedy inhabitants
by limiting the amount of puff puff pass from power plants passing carbon gas
then banned the box that boxed out former inmates from work
so that they would not be perpetual prisoners on a hamster’s Jim Crow-wheel
Ignited the fire for Lilly Ledbetter’s Law to incinerate the fence forbidding fair dividends
because wives are equal heirs in the Kingdom as the putrefying prayers
of a man who beats his wife wither and die before they reach God’s ear;
not all spirits become seraphs because truth can be too heavy to carry up nine levels
44 ensured that Sarah and Hagar’s children sleep the same amount of nights in a cell
because crack and cocaine are twins that should have never been separated by the courts.
Then rekindled the spark of American ingenuity into the space program stuck on yesterday
and still had time to fashion school nutrition into the rocket fuel children need to fly
Trimmed the fat of the F-22, shedding billions of unused pounds that only served
to bloat the belly of Lockheed Martin the Loch Ness Monster of military spending
all while plowing two terms with one wife and no scandal which equals to a kick
in the teeth to Willie Lynch and Jeffersonian fables about the intellect of Blues People
Facing those Hell Hounds in the House and Senate
he never relented to the ravenous racism of the un-right
but remained a steady stream of unstoppable dignity
desiring to wash the feet of those forbidden from Pharaoh’s Table.
Sacred spirits don’t swim in scandal ‘cause they have mastered
sidestepping slithering sidewinders trying to suck them into their swamp.
They ain’t picture perfect just perfectly suited to be the lighthouse of integrity
even when the creatures of the grotto prefer the darkness
44 couldn’t complete the journey up the nine rungs
but pointed the way to the promised land if other spirits
learn how to undress their strangling self-centeredness and
liberate themselves from the fictitious quick-sanding cave of can’t
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