Barack Obama - Poem

Barack Obama said 
Deep within himself

There are two kinds of power
There is the power of the struggle
There is the power of the victor
Struggle begins
The cold in Springfield 
Iowa to Super Tuesday to the cold Mall
Daunted not at all 
I knew 
I knew
The power of the victor 
Let me down 
For now I knew 
My hands were useless 
To achieve 
My dreams
I met my enemies
Was forced to pause

Now I see the truth
These powers must be fused
The power of the victor
The power of the struggle
I move with a light step
With my dreams intact

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