Dear Mr. President.... antara Pink dan Caca (termasuk pembenaran dari saya)

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
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?

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this is a song written by Pink. A letter to Bush. But I guess it's for all so-called leaders out there. Including Mr. Yudhoyono, President of Indonesia.

But if I have the chance, I would like to ask this:

Dear Mr. President, have you ever tried walking in others' shoes?

I guess no, because you are too proud of yourself.
Too proud of the trust given by us, the trust that you think you still own.
Too proud of being the number one man.
Too proud to even recognize who you are before you are a president,
before you are a general, before you are a husband, before you are a father, before you are a grandfather.
Too proud to listen to the people who don't drive a Mercy or wear a Zegna.
Too proud to see people who lives in the suburbs and eats only once in a day or two.
Too proud to smile at kids who doesn't go to school because they can't afford it.
Too proud to sit down with the single mothers who can't afford health.

Hey Mr. President, have you ever spend a day talking with young people and listen to what they say? Or maybe can you answers our simple questions honestly?

What are you doing?
Where are you?
Why are you there?
Who are you?

How can you think that we're okay? Or why don't you?

Hey Mr. President, are you even there?