Dear mr. president/beste meneer de president...

Vraag jij je ook wel eens af wat de politici  zelf denken?
Hoe ze 's avonds kunnen slapen terwijl ze weten hoe het er voor staat? 
En terwijl ze alles wegwuiven? 
Hoe ze alles mooier denken te kunnen maken dan het is...
Hoe ze meer ruzie maken met elkaar om hun gelijk te halen, dan dat er werkelijk iets goeds uit voortkomt?
Over de ruggen van kinderen, vaders&moeders, jongeren, ouderen, werkenden, alleenverdieners, werklozen, dak- en thuislozen, zieken, gehandicapten, slachtoffers, etc....

In 2006 bracht Pink, in samenwerking met Indigo girls, een lied uit.
Dit lied is een open brief aan de voormalige president George W. Bush.
Ik heb dit altijd al een hele mooie en pakkende tekst gevonden.

Dear Mr. President
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
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
They're all sitting in your cells
While you paved 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

Oh How do you sleep at night
How do you walk with your head held high

Dear Mr. President You'd never take a walk with me Would you

Foto's via google, met de instelling "gelabeld voor hergebruik, incl. aanpassing"