Mr. President

by Timothy   Jan 17, 2010


Why they hate you, it's foreign to me,
I don't hate you, even in the worst calamities;
Different worlds, they must exist for the Earth to be whole,
We have different skin colors, but God knows only our souls.

Why they criticize you, no one is perfect,
You have fought similar battles, many miles you've trekked;
We all bleed red, and have the same sweat,
We all love our families, and rally in a threat.

Why they want you out, I wish I could understand,
Leader, spokesman, dedicated American and family man;
Did I say different worlds? Maybe not so alien,
Please, I have faith...help us again?

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