Mr. President

This is an open letter to the president of the United States of America.
I hope you are sitting comfortably in your leather chair, in the oval room,
in the white house, signing your decrees.
I hope you haven’t forgotten that you have retired from the Kyoto agreement,
That you have agreed to log the forests of America.
Do you know what its like to be an immigrant in your own country?
Do you know what its like to be living below the line of poverty?
Do you know what its like to be a Polish man, a Russian man, a Ukraine man?
It seems to me quite peculiar Mr. President that you don’t see the world,
the world around you. X2
I’d like to ask you Mr. President, maybe you should take another trip, yeah.
Do you know what its like to be an African man, a Chinese man an Indian man?
Do you know what its like to live in a system based on manipulation?
It seems to me Mr. President you haven’t given much thought to your brother and
sisters of this earth on which you live.
It seems to me you are very alone, I can even say all alone, I can even say all
alone, yeah.
I think you are all alone Mr. President, I hope you don’t have another term,
I hope you don’t start another war Mr. President.
I bet your mamma is proud of you, I bet your daddy is so proud of his little
boy junior, I bet you found your destiny on that fateful day of 9/11,
congratulations Mr. President.