Dear Mr. President

Pink and the Indigo Girls have a song for you.

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 of the homeless on the street?
Who do you pray for at night when 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?
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 pave a road to hell
What kind of father would take his own daughters rights away?
And what kind of father might hate her own daughter if she were gay?
I could 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?


P.S. Oh, by the way, the Dixie Chicks haven't forgiven you and yours yet. They're unapologetic, and not ready to make nice.