An Open Letter through a Song

 

I always have adored Pink. Her kick ass songs about love, life, loss, acceptance never fails to impress and inspire me. Lately, I was able to hear her 2006 song, Dear Mr. President. It is an open-letter addressed to ex-President Bush and his ways as the US president. Immediately, I felt a connection with the song. The lyrics are compelling and haunting.

Just like her, I have so many question to our leaders (may it be ex-PGMA or PNOY). There are still lots of unresolved issues and problems in our country and as I grow older, things have been the same-corruption, poverty,crimes, inequality–and there are just some slight and actual development.

This song clearly expresses how us, the commoners feel against our leaders. It asks the questions we have been wanting to ask and have a clear answer from them. It voices out our concerns as citizens and how our rights should be protected and promoted.

Watch and be moved by the song’s power:

 

And here are the song’s lyrics:

Dear Mr. President, come take a walk with me
(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?
(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
(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 nothin’ ’bout hard work, hard work, 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?

 

Now I just hope that PNOY can listen to this, given his inclination to music….

 

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