RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: AMERICAN DEMOCRACY
Hope Rises
The night belongs to hope
A memory of the past
When they dwelled in the White House
Somehow we knew it would not last
But here on this Chicago night
Our hopes begin to stir
They linger in the rafters
The thought of how things were
When a man with funny ears
And a rhythm to his step
Led with calm and dignity
A mood that never slept
He lifted us with words
He calmed us through the night
With him we always knew
It would all turn out right
So now they bring a message
That hope will always rise
When good people come together
And answer to the cry:
Freedom, hope and dignity
Comfort us once more
They speak and we remember
What we’re fighting for
(The Obamas at the DNC)
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