Dear Mr. President,
Do you wallow in your greed?
There are 100 different things to talk about
And millions of people in need
You only talk about the ones that bother you,
Why must that be?
Thousands of people crawl to you,
To find you stepping on their feet to leave
Children of the ages look up to you
Following your beliefs
You yell your hate in grey,
Telling the people what to see
Pens are opened,
Do you see them as sheep?
Black fur, white fur
And yet we all bleed
Hello, Mr. President,
Let me pass you a gun,
I'll cover my eyes to be ignorant,
Just so I don't see you point it at the ones we love
Your pillar is building higher as the dust falls down on us all
Yet people will still believe you when you say it's good for us all
He won't help you up the pillar when he gets there first
He lies to you, but do help him
Continue to pass the blocks
Countries are rising above him,
America is no longer great
Do you see what he has made of them?
The people eat the hate
Excuse me, Mr. President
God bless us all,
I write this as I'm not even American
Because "drill baby drill",
Will affect us all
©keirabeech
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