Emily, the black women, devoted herself to this President but he had lived by different rules and had become the ruler, shamelessly and boastfully he walked over the smaller of the people and would do anything to increase his own stock including killing and absurd statements, nullification of the constitution as he was the author of extremest radicals. Emily knew, the gentlemen of the capitol building always carried their knifes and pistols and their armed guards protected every step of their walk. Briskly the freemen and their women would turn if only with their hands, arms and bodies and open their mouths to yell and show their teeth. Emily wanted compensations for the lies and the harms and all the evils he had done. These gentlemen were responsible for the utmost destitution, weakness of the people and the misery of poverty, hunger and disappointment.

His name, The President, this master dwells in the house of the people and he sleeps on the softest of pillows as others sleep on the damp ground.  This master has absolute power over the citizens but the wretched people propose to change places and secure the fine linen and once again take possession of the magnificent mansion, the White House.

The people would take back the land and reap the fruit of their labors and throw off the taxes that this master demanded.  The wretched people would reduce him and rest their limbs on the fine furnishings of the peoples magnificent mansion.

The master had whipped them down with his unceasing stream of regulations and revolting economics that amounted to cruelties upon the people.  He offered no free enterprise incentives, just the economic whip to force them to toil and destroy their manhood.  This master kept begging for more and more and he repeated every promise day and night. He told the wretched to remember the past but his lashes of lies were too much to take. He was an immoral man living in the mansion and virtually he had killed us all. 

Emily has passionately fought for him, a black man for hope and change but she too was no longer obedient as she labored night and day while tears fell on her face.  Savagely he had lied to all of them, both the black and the white and there was a moment in her life where Emily had hated him as hard as she had loved him only a while ago. 

Emily, the black women, devoted herself to this President but he had lived by different rules and had become the ruler, shamelessly and boastfully he walked over the smaller of the people and would do anything to increase his own stock including killing and absurd statements, nullification of the constitution as he was the author of extremest radicals. 

Emily knew, the gentlemen of the capitol building always carried their knifes and pistols and their armed guards protected every step of their walk.  Briskly the freemen and their women would turn if only with their hands, arms and bodies and open their mouths to yell and show their teeth.  Emily wanted compensations for the lies and the harms and all the evils he had done.  These gentlemen were responsible for the utmost destitution, weakness of the people and the misery of poverty, hunger and disappointment. 

With a rebellious yell and an unruly spirit the gentlemen of the capitol would argue and point for their sharpshooters but finally to their regret they would never call out again against the people.  There would be a change of masters but not chosen by color but by character and passion.  Emily knew of no guarantees but she also knew if no freedom existed there would be no free society and prosperity. 

The Negro would insist this time, conceived in the founders document, their eyes flashing with anger as they pulled the President to the coachman's wagon that would haul him away and burn the masters ledger that named the names of the freemen that took him. 

The man was a driveling fanatic and he would be the object of punishment but not of harm.  He was intolerable and his legislation would be remembered but destroyed.  

His unbridled hate for the white man.  His lust to take everything and his stew was not the taste for the people so he would be outcast today and in history and no man would ever call his name. 

Emily