Today We Whistle!
Dancing dreams
Bitter sweet
Tears of joy
Excuses are tools use to build monuments of nothings
All of these are parables
For us to go by as we continue to leap with faith

Our God
Your God (whatever perception you choose to be)
I hope it likes' praises
I hope it has respect for silhouette powers underneath the Heavens'

For we are humans, balancing on an invisible trampoline
Or very well could be puppets, as the toy maker pulls the strings and
makes us react in accordance of his delight
Maybe we are figure pieces and pawns on a chessboard
As an unknown world watches, two geniuses playing in a tournament game
Racing against the clock

Life is a race
And if you are a responsible person - without fail you know by now that it is not easy being an individual
Especially when millions and millions of people are watching you
From one continent to the next continent and your every move is protected by loving security
For if not a sad repeated history will take place again
I'm speaking of Caesar the Great - Once upon a time the Emperor of Rome

Different eyes of Nationality
Whether you admitted or not
We now have an anointed leader!

That change has finally come
The due promise we have been longing for
Our secret weapon has been revealed
As imitations warriors put a pause in their plotting

It is wonderful to breathe again
And chatting with a new birth of fellow countrymen and women

Outsiders, do you hear?

The sung tune "Over There"
Hearing repeated inserts as
So prepare, say a prayer, send the word, send the word to beware!
And make your mother proud of you and the old Red, White and Blue.


Confusions we have seen, but no more
Triumphs that should have not been trampled, but no more
Delusion lies we have heard, but no more
Lady Liberty (again) now stands and smiles

Bragging britches we are not
Our humbleness comes with hugs
Here cometh joy as dark nights step aside
For all of those who want to partake in this celebration
Take this - free ticket!

And let us not even whisper
Past pains for misery likes' company
For if we knock on that back door
It would surely intervene our growth

Outsiders, do you see?

The yellow brick road
Angels waving a sweet hello to our diverse cultures
Pioneers consisting of
Negro's hymns
Gold rush seekers
Weavers/bagpipes/clay makers/potato and rice planters
As they share
The united blessing of prosperity

We behold
Un-titled and nameless heroes who have lost their lives for America

We behold
All praying hands and bending knees

And

We behold
A certified and stamped grip that (you - the outsider)
Cannot break or touch for

Today We Whistle!

An Inaugural Poem Dedicated to President George Walker Bush