• Dear Mr. President,
    The one who holds our future,
    How much blood must be shed,
    From both ours and the enemy?
    When will you find a way for peace,
    That helps both us and them?
    Why must we kill for freedom?
    How about the soldiers an their families?
    How many parents have to never see their kids again?
    What if you were in their shoes?
    Would you like to lose your loved one?
    Tell me this.
    How many kids will have to drop out of school,
    Go into drugs and gangs?
    How many casualties until you understand?
    How many must people die,
    From pills, drugs, guns or knives?
    How many tears have to be shed?
    How many times must the media lie?
    The illusion lost it's affect.
    We all know USA has imperfections,
    So why pin them on all different races and religions?
    From Jewish, Black, Asian, Muslim or Latino?
    America's society is critical,
    Can you recall a time it wasn't?
    Why discriminate ones tastes and sexuality?
    Whether gay, BI, or straight?
    Isn't this the Land of the Free?
    Or is this freedom another deception?
    Should we really hate those who are different?
    I doubt that we should.
    What if that was your child?
    What would you do?
    Would you care? Would you reject?
    What would you think and say? Huh?
    Is it immoral? Is it wrong?
    Should it be shunned and ridiculed?
    When has there been a time when we are not about ourselves?
    Why does media stay on all the bright things?
    Or the tragedies that give us sympathy?
    How about suicides, alcoholics, domestic violence, starvation, poverty and teenage pregnancies?
    We all turn and pretend we can't see a thing,
    How about them? How about their situation?
    The problems won't go away.
    Stop wishing. It won't work.
    What would you do then?
    How can you sleep at night?
    Like a baby. So peaceful and guilty-free?
    Does this not affect you?
    Not a tinsy bit?
    Do you even give a crap?
    Or does it not benefit you?
    You won't change a thing.
    That's one thing I'm sure.
    So where can we invest our hope, our faith?
    Whatever's left of it.
    Not you. Just us.
    The next generation.
    Tell me now.
    What do you even do?