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Then came a man

after a painstaking odyssey across a panoramic landscape

under sacred sun's brass stare

the ocean's  exhilarated blue waves beating their  rhythm on the sand

in the midst of all this rhapsody,then came a man.

and upon his black shoulder he carried a bag tagged aspirations-

the aspirations of generations spread across dull continents,

the aspirations of millions who against their will

were transported and transplanted across a murky atlantic.

these aspirations are carried on the shoulder of barack obama.

and all america waited with anxiety,as this man came,

for this man offered hope.