Do you see the little one standing over there?
The one with the ragged dress and greasy hair,
she doesn't have a place to go, alone and lost
her parents and she live in a place where you
would only plant a tree, a cardboard box is
their only home.
Mr. President what will you do for them?
Will you help them grow from this place?
they don't want to be there, it is only a
space, somewhere that is thrust upon them
that they didn't want, but father lost his job
and more then alot, Rebbeka there has no food
to eat, no shoes upon her feet.
Look at the man that works and struggles every day,
trying to make ends meet in this world of ours, if not
for the programs that help provide food and clothing,
medical and more he would fail and be homeless as well,
so much to fight, wondering if it is worth this faceless
plight, tell me what will you do for him, me and you?
This could be your ownly daughter, this could be the
man down the road, this could be Joe the Plumber.
Mr. President, how are you going to help us the little
people?We try and we try but no relief can we see,
day in and day out we fight and we cry, every day
and every night we crawl into our beds and wonder
what the morrow will bring, will we have a job or
will they end up overseas? Help us live instead of fail,
help us eat, work, be well, healthy and true, help us try
to be like you in wealth and more.
You cannot know what we feel, or how we struggle,
you have more then we could ever hope to have,
help spread the wealth, give us a chance, how long is
it going to be that you don't see? Come and join us
in this sea of dispair, live on foodstamps, substandard
medical, no money and being unfair, I bet you couldn't
do it.
Mr. President, I am little Suzy, do you see me or will
you look through me? Just because I don't fit your
color and creed, just because I have many scratches
from which I bleed, because I am homeless you do not
see, I am human, I am here, don't you see I don't want
to disappear?
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