Published 5 November 20086 November 2008 · Main Posts poem | Maxine Clarke admin his kind of gospel might not be sopho aristophilosophy this man might not be dream in baritone like king or dangerous like us black folk all kind of thought malcolm was but never said he might not bring healthcare world peace race peace education unpoverty a revolution to his country this country the world anyone anywhere in fact he surely won’t he might not even be a good father husband lover leader person who knows or hell even cares if he’s all that genuine us browns know this man is no solution but he lets us eye our knock-kneed sons like hey maybe one day my boy could be the one so every early morning late night newscast every can I get I witness same old black shit day I drag my baby to the screen & make him watch the man & say his name the boy says obama banana obama obama in pajamas & he cackles in his crazy two-year old way a no worries in the world mud pie brown boy who just might be president one day the checkered crowd swells & heaves like a living— it is a living thing this right to breathe like damn maybe my breath counts that closing in of a noose under alabama tree that back-bent-cotton-picking wheeze that diving deeper for master’s pearls until one day your body just won’t surface those cold grey lungs salt-logged like a genesis curse will you blame us that when he called we heard will you blame us that when he called we heard will you blame us that when he called we packed up the house the life the kids the conscience grabbed the cardboard the car the coin jar & came running with all we had when we knew this man was mostly no solution might not bring healthcare world peace race peace education unpoverty a revolution to his country this country the world anyone anywhere & in fact surely would not will you blame us we didn’t know or hell even care if he was all that genuine when he let us eye our knock-kneed sons like hey maybe one day my boy could be the one from ‘Unmiracle’ (c) Maxine Clarke 2008. Maxine is performing at the the First Human Rights Arts & Film Festival Slam http://www.hraff.org.au/melbourne-poetry.html admin More by admin › Overland is a not-for-profit magazine with a proud history of supporting writers, and publishing ideas and voices often excluded from other places. If you like this piece, or support Overland’s work in general, please subscribe or donate. Related articles & Essays 4 October 202418 October 2024 · Main Posts Announcing the Nakata Brophy Prize for Young Indigenous Writers 2024 longlist Editorial Team Sponsored by Trinity College at the University of Melbourne and supporters, the Nakata Brophy Prize for Young Indigenous Writers, established in 2014 and now in its ninth year, recognises the talent of young Indigenous writers across Australia. 16 August 202416 August 2024 · Poetry pork lullaby Panda Wong but an alive pig / roots in the soil /turning it over / with its snout / softening the ground / is this a hymn