quinta-feira, outubro 06, 2011

Dear Mr. President



Nos tempos que correm e mais ainda nos que se avizinham, muito há para dizer quanto à classe política que nos governa. Para cada lado que se olha torna-se evidente a fragilidade da nossa condição e a celeriade com que toda a ilusão de estabilidade da maioria de nós se dissipa em virtude dos caprichos de alguns. Se a ambição é um dos motores da sociedade e da evolução dos seres humanos, a verdade é que a ambição desmedida nada contribui para uma sociedade justa nem para a felicidade de ninguém, nem de quem tudo espezinha no caminho que para si traçou e sobretudo não de quem é espezinhado.
A Pink verbalizou tudo isto muito melhor do que eu poderia:





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 pave 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
You don't know nothing 'bout hard work

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?

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