Mister President!

Mister President,
How can you sleep
When bereaved families
For their young soldiers weep,
Killed in an unnecessary war
In some distant desert - afar.

Mister President,
How can you sleep
When galloping inflation
Is ruining our once great nation.

Mister President,
How can you sleep
When children's health insurance
Is vetoed by you and erased
While you billions
In some desert waste.

Mister President,
What is your game,
Have you no shame?

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2007 Alfred Charasz