I Don’t Want a White House
I don’t want a White House,
I want a light house, a right house.
I don’t want a White House,
I want a beacon ‘gainst the night house.I want a dream in every heart house,
a no one kept apart house.
I want a truth house, a youth house,
an open not uncouth house.I want a hope house, a joy house,
a no lies to deploy house.
I want a trust house, a just house,
a proactive and robust house.I don’t want a White House,
I want a freedom walking tall house.
I don’t want a White House,
I want a no colour at all house.
I wrote this poem the morning of Barack Obama's election victory, awake at 5.30 a.m. and almost as euphoric as I was when Labour came to power in 1997. We'll see what happens next, but let's hope that Obama is worthy of all the adulation that's been poured his way, and able to float above it. An audio version used to be available on my Myspace page. I miss MySpace.