Harvesting Of Dreams

Harvesting Of a Dream
To Barack Obama

When a dream is a dream no more
The Black man wins by the most popular votes
When he speaks of the changing tides

Now this Black man reigns as head of a land
Where his folks toiled the fields in chains

Yet in the soil their hearts they sowed a dream
Which this black race reaps today

"We must dwell in there, where no Nigger dare,"
Said the old to their little ones

So as a sturdy shoot their dream sprang up
And great roots pierce down through the soil

When these dreams turned full and the harvest ripe
Through the White House doors they marched

A dad, a mom and their little kids
Holding high the yields of our dreams

Not as the lowly serf or the butler we were
But as sovereigns at the height of fame

Now this sun tanned clan dragged away from home
Makes their bed in the house of the kings

So do plant those dreams, be you black or white
And one day you’ll be sure to reap.