***For those who don't know this was the date Obama was elected. I was in Italy at the time and it was a day I wanted to remember. Why? Well, what I remember most about that day was how happy the Italians were. That's right. Our country has so much influence around the world that it actually made the Italian people happy that we chose to not torture the world for 4 more years. You see, say what you want about our President...maybe he has not been Jesus in disguise, but, he has brought a good new image to our country and that is quite important, because, no matter what problems we have going on here, global relationships are probably the most important thing to have. Let Iraq and the countless European countries our former president pissed off be the example of that. Anyways...this is probably the worst poem I've ever written, but I had to get my feelings down quickly that day. (I was in the basement of the Medici Chapel in Florence where Michelangelo hid from the Medici's because of his opposition to the new government).
In a very small basement with no place to sit,
a man hid alone from a corrupt government.
He drew on the ceilings and on the wall,
with endless amounts of charred black coal.
He sketched out his David and his Moses too
and passed time with other drawings he knew.
The artist left his hand print outlined in black
and I could actually see every line and every crack.
The tips of his fingers could bring forth a tear
knowing that this great artist was actually here
Before he left his friends and his home
and later went off to die in Rome.
I left the chapel where he was kept
and on the way out, saw the tombs where his enemies slept.
He brought change to his world for all people to see
giving some faith to those in Italy.
It was 6 in the morning when I came back outside
and there was an excitement my foreign friends couldn't hide.
They told me the news and my smile grew,
I could now have faith in my country too.
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