viernes, 5 de diciembre de 2008

Dear Mr. president

What do you feel when you see all the homeless on the street?
Who do you pray for the night before you go to sleep?.
What do you feel when you look in the mirror?
Are you proud?
How do you sleep while the rest of us cry?
How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye?
How do you walk with your head held high?
Can you even look me in the eyes?
Dr. mr president
Were you a lonely boy? Are you a lonely boy?
Are you a lonely boy?
How can you say no child is left behind?
We're not dumb and we're not blind.
They're al sitting on your cells
While you pay the road to hell.
What kind of father would take his own daughter's rights away
What kind of father would hate his own daughter if she were gay.
I can only imagine what the first lady has to say.
You've come a long way of whisky and cocaine.


Can you even look me in the eyes?

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