Eight years of hope, with a dream fulfilled
The angels, our forefathers, have smiled upon us and given us a thrill
A man of color in the White House, what a joy to see
Now our black children are saying, it possibly can be me
So why is all the hatred spewed about?
We need to come together as a nation and stop all this strife
Or we’ll deprive each other of the human life
For I am an American and proud to be
American I am, it looks great to me!
Peace and love were his words to us all
Michael Jackson, a genius who will forever stand tall
Michael Jefferson misses you
But the music legacy you left us
Still shines through
At the beginning of each football game
While the Star-Spangled Banner is played
He got down on one knee
And was still patriotic if need be
Michael R Jefferson currently lives with a pile of papers beneath his bed (100s of discarded envelopes, napkins, notebooks); these offer the scribbled poems that have 'come to mind' while he works his job and lives his life in the City of Angels.