Rejoice, do you hear me... I am the town crier
I say rejoice and spread the word of good cheer
Do you hear the rubble in the quake of the ground?
And the moan of the wind, it rejoices in the day
Rejoice I say, as our ancestors once did in song
Play the skin drums and toot tin horn, clash cymbals
Raise your voice to the sky and say this day is mine
Claim what others before you could not even voice
Our time is here and now, our moment to not be still
No matter what others might feel, no matter their woes?
Today this day! We are made equal to all men
For this is not our validation it is theirs, the worlds
Rejoice for we have always known who we were
(Honor of the man, Obama)
Cheryl B. Sellers