Dear. Mr President

Nå om dagen er det mye snakk om valgkampen i USA. Jeg er ikke sånn veldig politisk engasjert, men følger jo litt med. Jeg er også på grensa til nesten å bry meg mer om politikken i USA enn jeg er her hjemme:p Det som skjer i statene påvirker jo også, i stor grad, resten av verden. Synd er det siden George W. Bush nå har vært USA's president i overkant av sju år. Alt for lang tid med en slik mann på "tronen" mener nå jeg. Så bra blir det selvfølgelig for USA å få ny president, men også for store deler av resten av verden.

Grunnen til at jeg skriver dette innlegget i det store hele, er fordi jeg har lyst å legge ut en utrolig fin sangtekst angående nettopp dette, og rettet mot, nettopp, nåværende president Bush. Sangen er skrevet av Pink (av alle personer?). Har ikke noe forhold til denne artisten igrunn, men denne sangen er fantastisk og den rører meg virkelig.

Dear Mr. President
Come take a walk with me (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 (were you a lonely boy)
Are 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 (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
Hard work
Hard work
You don't know nothing bout hard work
Hard work
Hard work