Oh mister President
You’ve robbed me of my dreams
Oh Hitler of poverty
There’s billions just like me
Who will have to pay for trillions of dollars and debris
Oh honest Christian infant killer
This looks like holocaust to me
Jesus, Buddha, Allah from above
Whoever they’re all speaking to
Can we get some love?
Break us free
Of poverty
Of injustice and corrupted lies
Or there’s no remaining logic to breathe
When we allow dictation
It’s incredulous but I speak the truth
You’re guilty for every polluted allegation
Mr. President
