A Countryman's Plea
Mr. President, I want you, to live in my shoes
To do the necessary things that you must do
To work for your money, not speak friendly words
To feel the pain, from YOUR people, not Afghans or Kurds
Oh say, can you see, by the dawn’s early light?
What makes you think this reform is so right?
You have given us nothing, yet you give high demands
You have caused higher taxes, you have no helping hand
Please Mr. President, hear your citizens' plea
This message is from your country, not only from me
Copyright © Drew Johnson, 2009
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