Obama – The Standing King
Today I am flying the SC Flag, a flag I fly when things are calm. And they are calm today because I’ve turned off the TV and the radio … even Rush. There comes a point where I cannot bring myself to listen to one more song by the choir in which I sing. Kagen? A total joke, but she’ll be confirmed. Jobs? The rate is probably around 20% but we are continually told it is “under 10%”, 9.5% today with a 125,000 job loss number in June. Give me a break, that’s a bald face lie! Ask the 17% looking for a job and the 1.7 million unemployed! Pelosi saying welfare checks are good for jobs because people spend them and make jobs happen. The NRA perhaps backing Harry Reid … how much does it take before you say ‘enough’ and turn off the noise?
But upon reflecting, and cruising some remote areas of the quiet Internet, I came across an interesting poem written by a Zulu shaman named Credo Mutwa. And while trying to escape “all things Obama” … what did I find? Obama!
Obama – The Standing King
“
An actor walks upon the floodlit stage of life
wearing a mask of an angel beneath a demon’s gown.
Pretense smiles upon the crowded hall of life
holding out hope as bright as it is false.
Son of a woman in whose veins flows the blood
of ancient Ireland and dark Africa’s plains.
You are Obama, nick-named the standing king
You are Barack, oh, son born to deceive
The suffering hoards of Africa look up to you,
See a black Savior where naught but a Judas strides.
An entrapper of nations, bringer of dismal warBehind the robes and the nylon wings of hope
Oh, may those who look upon you, see you as you are.
May those who hope in you behold you as you be
A prince deceitful to bring down Africa’s shrines
A siren who leads Africa’s ships onto rocks of obliteration.
Your rule my lord will not be one of peace
Your reign my king will not be one of smiles
Even as we speak in caves both dark and dank
Enraged fanatics plot your dark demise
They will put around your head a bloodwet martyr’s crown.
Oh black Kennedy following the one before
May God forgive thee and thy fiery spouse
As you walk in silence from the stage of life
Barack Obama, blessed son, Oh standing king.”Credo Mutwa
Who is this Zulu Shaman?
Credo Mutwa: “I wish to appeal to the world. First, I am not a quack or a charlatan or a sensationalist. I am an old man who has seen much. I wish the world to know that there is a faint ray of hope that emanates from South Africa.”
More can be learned about Credo Mutwa HERE.
The Bottom Line
That’s what I thought ….
