To Any President
I try to get inside your head and snoop
around a bit. I see common folk around,
most are decent, alone or in a group.
Most can look you in the eye and not bound
to stare you down or contest a bit of ground
unless their child or life be threatened. They go
to work, do their jobs, pay their bills and sound
no alarms unless they are really merited. And so
I'm curious as to what makes you tick.
At what point in your life were you capable
of sending innocents to their death. What trick
did you pick up that makes you so able
to ignore the casualties. How do you sleep?
Do you hear the screams? Do you ever weep?
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