DEAR PRESIDENT
Once upon a time I was a dreamer.
I did not know before I found out
while beeing a victim of very big injustice
and my mouth got shut to not to shout.
I am sorry I have to address those problems
as I have been lived here since my son got abused
and instead of justice beeing served
I have been taken away from home and shamelessly accused
I like to guide my decision on principle of Love
and I feel I need to clear up this dispute
there is nothing to fear and nothing to hide
but ending up on street I can not have a lawsuit
I've believed blindly, and trusted people
that justice is going to get served and right
I never thought that there are people out there
that wanted to silent me in my fight
I started the school but they stopped me
I looked for job - they said part time
intruding into my house and steeling my stuff
in law book was not the crime
Finally, I found a FT job one day
but I did not know what was all about
when they came to me to say
they killed my child in Africa and I have to go out
Human Rights told me,
to sign that they can not work with me,
as somebody stole my song after abusing the child.
And I have to get out - it was a bet wild!
Nobody was guilty and I was not sick.
I did not have atomic bomb as they've accused me.
My poem was not an atomic bomb, on my computer,
after they stole it, brought me on ward and abused me
I did not wanted to participate
in killing of children and abusing
and they laughed and made fun of it
finding it very, very amusing
But who cares about court rooms
after 15 years of fighting and loosing fight
when one end on the street homeless
one has no life and no right
There is not place in the society
for a dreamer like myself
my rose book with love and kindness
was put on lower shelf
I worry much about plastic dumped into te Ocean
natural food, reusable energy. I worry!
But more I worry about children emotion
when they find the truth inside my children story.
You, woman and mothers - all nice and pretty
I do not have atomic bomb for what I have been accused
for somebody to be amused, and not gun,
but I have pen to tell the truth - Our right have been abused
There is an abuse to be dealt with but there is the silence in the city
In order to govern nation and dismantle global corruption
we have to know where are we heading up to go!
There is nothing there, it's very easy to say
but it takes us to face the truth - The truth seems to be a long way
Dear President, rights, jobs and education
are important to have healthy and happy nation
Communication -
beeing able to tell the truth even of Presidents
and not to get accused and abused
To end this dispute our future is in your hands.
Hate is only blind when injustice has no end!
Shutting the mouths is not a solution
jails and beating, hanging up, gans and hitting -
I hope we understand!
Dear President of America,
I have just a pan - that is my sword and gun
I am going to be on street but will not stop to fight
will not stop the fight
until I get my right, until my work is done!
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Zeljka Bosnjak M. RoseAuthor
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Zeljka Bosnjak M. RoseName of Band or Artist
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Project Type:Lyrics Only
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Student Project:No