Excuse me.

So, Mister President,

I saw your words today,
Falling from the mirror of your mistakes.
A mirage of joyous images
Sinking to their knees in your triumph.
You, the embodiment of all that is wrong,
Were standing on top of the world
While we fell to your jealous commands.



So, excuse me
When I tell you I am silently smiling
For your reign of half trodden footsteps is over.


So, excuse me
When I tell you the sun is finally out
And the frost that turned bitter in our souls is lifting.



So I saw your tear today,
As you realised your comfort was no more
Than a splinter found in snow.
As you realised our security in you was only that one day
You would leave.
And so we no longer had to bow beneath your foolish heart.



So, excuse me
When I tell you this era has come just in time.
And to see you leave is to see the dark clouds thinning.


So, excuse me
When I tell you this new era, with this growing hero
Marks the end of a drought, and a flood, and a war, and a conflict.
Marks the end of you.



So, I saw you look down upon his enigmatic smile,
Shaking your head at an enthusiasm you've forged throughout the fog.
But this world, it needs the flash of a summer smile
In the heaviest winter it has ever known.



So, excuse me, Mister Bush,
While I celebrate the end of your naive control,
And don't so much as wave goodbye.


Excuse me,
But my eyes are focused elsewhere; towards the horizon,
Where I see the smile
Of a summer world.



But summer does not come without its trials
And melting snow is the hardest to stay steady on.



So, goodbye, Bush.
And good luck, Obama.