Yellow saw and watched and asked: What do you believe, Mr.President, when you want to change the world, when you want to win the vote. Is it what is in your head or in their minds?
The President can’t have stage fright, Yellow thought. All those people standing in waiting, anticipating his arrival.
There is a roar in the corner, like in the Zoo and it is waiting for you.Then, pray: don’t have stage fright Mr.President and fail to come out to sight.Remind us of your voice, your inner fight.
He stumbled in his tracks, as he speaks of your military. He doesn’t believe it either, thought Yellow, it is as clear as day. But there are closed doors and secrets, meetings with the real makers- he is just a façade -in truth, little has changed. He is bound by the propaganda, by the rule of politics; by the people you and I cannot see-but they are watching him. just like we are watching him- everyone is watching him-but they are pulling his strings.
Yellow was glad that he sees past the dollar, goes beyond his duty and his silly flag. She decided that hearts Obama.
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