Dear Mr. President

Powerlessness. It is something that truly scares me– being tortured, witnessing genocide, being a passive observer as people hurt the ones you love, being trapped in a plane that is doomed to crash, having your house bombed while you’re peacefully asleep, dying in a tsunami, being homeless and a drug addict, being sentenced to death penalty for a crime you didn’t commit, and the list goes on.

I often feel deeply sad and upset while watching the news (or studying history for that matter). This world is so cruel yet so beautiful.

We all feel like we have the answer (especially when re-making the world with friends over a few beers) – yet atrocities still happen on a daily basis. And we are helpless as individuals. But we are strong as an entity.

I recently heard the song “Dear Mr. President” and thought I’d share the music clip. I personally don’t like Pink, but this one is a really good one and it features the “Indigo Girls”. Carefully listen to the lyrics.

Dear Mr. President,
Come take a walk with me.
Let's pretend we're just two people and
You're not better than me.
I'd like to ask you some questions if we can speak honestly.

What do you feel when you see all the homeless on the street?
Who do you pray for at 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 eye
And tell me why?

Dear Mr. President,
Were 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 all sitting in your cells
While you pave the road to hell.

What kind of father would take his own daughter's rights away?
And what kind of father might 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 from whiskey and cocaine.

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 eye?

Let me tell you 'bout hard work
Minimum wage with a baby on the way
Let me tell you 'bout hard work
Rebuilding your house after the bombs took them away
Let me tell you 'bout hard work
Building a bed out of a cardboard box
Let me tell you 'bout hard work
You don't know nothing 'bout hard work

How do you sleep at night?
How do you walk with your head held high?
Dear Mr. President,
You'd never take a walk with me.
Would you?

**Had to repost this due to some prob with utube**