Rejoice, do you hear me... I am the town crier

I say rejoice and spread the word of good cheer

Do you hear the rubble in the quake of the ground?

And the moan of the wind, it rejoices in the day

Rejoice I say, as our ancestors once did in song

Play the skin drums and toot tin horn, clash cymbals   

Raise your voice to the sky and say this day is mine

Claim what others before you could not even voice

Our time is here and now, our moment to not be still

No matter what others might feel, no matter their woes?

Today this day! We are made equal to all men

For this is not our validation it is theirs, the worlds

Rejoice for we have always known who we were

(Honor of the man, Obama)

Cheryl B. Sellers

1.15.09