This poem is what came out when I could shake off the despair of the past two weeks.
The people cry for water.
The president gives them . . .
Stones For Bread
The people cry for water.
The president gives them words.
The people cry for food.
The president gives them bullets.
The people cry for medicine.
The president gives them photo-ops.
The people cry for rescue.
The president gives them excuses.
The people cry for protection.
The president plays his guitar.
The people cry for compassion.
The president gives them blame.
The people cry for Justice and Mercy.
The president struts proudly before men.
