president bush

When will it end, Mr. President?
When will the bombing stop?
When will it end, Mr. President?
People are dying.

On the street, Mr. President?
Children can’t eat.
Right here in America, Mr. President
People are dying in the cold and heat.

There are people on the street, Mr. President.
Hope isn’t a word to them, Mr. President
They’ve burned it long ago to keep warm.
They’re sick in their own diseases, Mr. President.

What shall we do?
They live right outside your door, Mr. President.

What shall they do?
They eat less than your dogs, Mr. President
No crystal bowl for them, Mr. President.
Try and cover it up with cardboard, Mr. President.
That’s what they do.
They’re knocking at your door Mr. President
Are they not American?

Liberty and Justice for whom, Mr. President.
Will we continue to ignore them, Mr. President.
Behind Kinko’s isn’t a home, Mr. President.
Would you let your dogs live there, Mr. President?

They’re knocking at your door, Mr. President.
Millions of hands raised in one voice.
They’re knocking at your door, Mr. President.
Will you tell them to move along?

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