Ballad of Obama
The pot was empty,
The cupboard was bare.
I said, Papa,
What’s the matter here?
I’m waitin' on Obama, son,
Obama, Obama,
Waitin' on Obama, son.
The rent was due,
And the lights was out.
I said, Tell me, Mama,
What’s it all about?
We’re waitin' on Obama, son,
Obama, Obama,
Just waitin' on Obama.
Sister got sick
And the doctor wouldn’t come
Cause we couldn’t pay him
The proper sum—
A-waitin on Obama,
Obama, Obama,
A-waitin' on Obama.
Then one day
They put us out o' the house.
Ma and Pa was Meek as a mouse
Still waitin' on Obama,
Obama, Obama.
But when they felt those
Cold winds blow
And didn’t have no
Place to go
Pa said, I’m tired
O’waitin' on Obama,
Obama, Obama.
Damn tired o‘ waitin’ on Obama.
I can’t git a job
And I can’t git no grub.
Backbone and navel’s
Doin' the belly-rub—
A-waitin' on Obama,
Obama, Obama.
And a lot o' other folks
What’s hungry and cold
Done stopped believin'
What they been told
By Obama,
Obama, Obama—
Cause the pot’s still empty,
And the cupboard’s still bare,
And you can’t build a
bungalow
Out o' air—
Mr. Obama, listen!
What’s the matter here?
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The poem was of course was written by Langston Hughes in 1934 and was called "Ballad of Roosevelt". I changed the name of the President in his poem from Roosevelt to Obama. It was written 76 years ago and is still relevant today in that it pretty much sums up the feeling of growing numbers of working class, middle class and poor people .... their frustration and anger during this deepening Great Recession.
You can read the original and find out more about the poem at:
http://historymatters.gmu.edu/d/5096/And here is a link to Danny Glover reading the "Ballad of Roosevelt":
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HADGKw_wa5E