Dear Mr President

Your country is hurting once more. Blood is being spilled and fires are burning in the name of Nazi, of white supremacy, of fascism. Where are your words of condemnation? Where are your insightful tweets of contempt? One-hundred and forty characters is enough for you to speak against nuclear weapons and immigration. One-hundred and forty characters is all it takes for you to make your hatred for Mexico known. One-hundred and forty characters is time enough for the words of a leader to speak his mind. Your silence speaks volumes. Your lack of action says it all. Mister President, can I still call you Mister President? Is it very presidential of you To ignore the cries for help from your people? Their pain is just background noise to you, the swastika is so common to you, the slurs are just so natural to you, the suffering does not matter to you. Mister President, can I still call you Mister President? The people chose you. Isn’t it a great disservice to them to ignore them when, after all, it is you they choose to turn to?