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On Inauguration Collaboration

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Uploaded on Feb 3, 2009

Episode X of "Election '08," a series of spoken word works by Mike Varley covering the 2008 campaign. A new entry every Sunday with free mp3 downloads at mikevarley.com.

On Inauguration Collaboration

Teach the father
Heal the mother
Bless the child
Bless the soul

Teach the father
Heal the mother
Bless the child
Bless the soul

With the coolness of a Buddha at his opening miracle, he stands before the masses primed to preach the new stone tablets. The flag pin stuck in his side, once a branding, now an angelic beacon across television history. A sunshine flashing, shining example to keep your mind open and your options ample.

Teach the father
Heal the mother
Bless the child
Bless the soul

Now, there are some who question the scale of our ambitions - who suggest that our system cannot tolerate too many big plans. Their memories are short. For they have forgotten what this country has already done; what free men and women can achieve when imagination is joined to common purpose, and necessity to courage.

Teach the father
Heal the mother
Bless the child
Bless the soul

I wear a suit to meet you 'cause I'd never live it down if my mother knew I wore no suit to see you. You're tall in person, but we're pretty much the same height.

We sit down. I say, Pardon me not praising for your all your charities this precious, special, gift of grace you've bought us. But we need to get to the heart of it, before your next green-friendly, ribbon cutting business. I can tell that you're serious and I'm here to show you I'm serious, too. Write me an email; we'll figure a time when schedules merge. We'll start by fixing college football's playoffs.

Then I hand him a letter and walk away.

Teach the father
Heal the mother
Bless the child
Bless the soul



We remain a young nation, but in the words of Scripture, the time has come to set aside childish things. The time has come to reaffirm our enduring spirit; to choose our better history; to carry forward that precious gift, that noble idea, passed on from generation to generation: the God-given promise that all are equal, all are free, and all deserve a chance to pursue their full measure of happiness.

Teach the father
Heal the mother
Bless the child
Bless the soul

The time for old ways is over, there's no straighter way to say it. We've whitewashed this stadium so many times, there's more steel showing than plaster. I won't miss the days of Mookie and Buckner, where happy mistakes were the best we could muster. I want a new playing field where people trade smiles regardless of other team's uniform styles. I want a new set of set of rules where bunting's illegal, 'cause no one should ever be made to feel feeble. I want hot dogs for all and cold beer for many, and I want the Sign of Peace at the Seventh Inning Stretch. I want-- Just then the Shea sky jet engines erase all conversations.

Teach the father
Heal the mother
Bless the child
Bless the soul

And because we have tasted the bitter swill of civil war and segregation and emerged from that dark chapter stronger and more united, we cannot help but believe that the old hatreds shall someday pass, the lines of tribe shall soon dissolve, and as the world grows smaller, our common humanity shall reveal itself

I teach my father my secret joys but only in my dream state.
I heal my mother when the clock projects a sermon much too late.

Bless the child's steady progress.
Bless the soul's delight in congress.

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