The President And His Special Relationship With His Ink Pen

The president of the United States and his ink pen have a very special relationship in the eyes of the paper
It’s straight to the point as it signs off laws under the grasp of a sharp witted naysayer
His ink pen is the first to see the fine print
As black ink glides across the paper a signature of relent
America one day must repent

Sins of our forefathers lost in time
On the backs of free labor not given a nickel not even a dime

Unrest and due process cries out from the graves
The so called land of the free and the brave
Generations have died throughout history
Genocide, War, Racial Injustice unexplained mysteries
The ink pen held by its master signs important documentations
From the law to mandatory Draft to freeing the slaves from cotton field plantations
They say the pen is mightier than the sword
Clenched within the president’s hand now even more powerful than the keyboard
Witnesses stand by the president’s side as he stares down
Paper poised on his desk
The pen scrawls not even making a sound

Penned by law to hinder
Freedom somehow surrendered

Medical care dissolved does not matter to which gender
It’s now a law the ink pen just said so
Thank goodness we’re out the era of Jim Crow
I stood in a long line for the lesser evil vote
It was cold and wet, and I didn’t even wear a coat
I should have used an ink pen
But then again

It does not matter who sits on Air Force One
Humanity is decided after the president’s ink pen has won
Standing still and done

He smiles as his ink pen is now rested
Vetoes contested
The multitudes have protested
Civil unrest has crested
Handcuffed and then you’re arrested
Wait, I’m not protesting being an American citizen, it’s that sword the president holds in his hand
Signing black ink to imminent words affecting barriers across this great land

I kneel, I’m considered Unpatriotic
I stand and raise my fist in unity, I’m considered neurotic

No matter what income you have no matter what color you may be
The ink pen in the president’s hand rules our true destiny
So when you watch television and the president has an ink pen in his hand
Say a prayer the law isn’t intended for woman as well as for man
I do not know what the content said
Ask the ink pen before it’s put in a rectangle brown box, a velvet lined bed
The computer, cell phone, or social media have nothing in comparison to the weapon the president holds in his hand

The president’s ink pen can internationally demand
Sign off to fire on command

Sign off to pardon
Bridge gaps of peace once war torn and politically harden
Activate troops
Not the nuclear codes, whoops
Wait, the ink pen does not have an eraser
Everyone sprinting to a bomb shelter faster than a NASCAR racer
The next time you see the Oval Office and the president sitting at his desk with ink pen in hand
Hopefully he will sign for us as Americans to take a unified stand

Pray for the ink pen that it has on glasses
That the law to divide this country will never come to surpass the masses