It may be just a slip of the tongue
Or an off the cuff remark,
A momentary ego clash
Or an untimely eruption of ethnic rivalry
Despite being armed to the hilt
With proverbial advices such as
Mind your words, look before you leap,
Forget and forgive and so on.
You fail to use these arms
And let things slip out of your hands.
Everything will fizzle out soon
If you are ordinary folks
But not so when one of you is a Harvard scholar
And the other a police sergeant.
It spreads like wild fire
Soon the television crew is at your gates
The whole world watches you
And if the color of your skin differs
Then it assumes racial tone
Even Obamaâ€™s casual utterance takes a new turn
The ego clash between Mr. Gates and the police officer
Wouldâ€™ve snowballed into a major crisis
Hadnâ€™t Mr. Obama interfered.
But Obama being Obama
What followed was not a serious official talk
A friendly chat. A beer summit.
And to quote a reporter, â€œthey came, they met,
They drank, they did not apologize
They just agreed to disagreeâ€
The beer summit and the Obama magic
Worked well and we folks can sing,
â€œAll is well that ends wellâ€.