A letter to the president We’re begging you To see us in the attic on our knees Thrifted stationary on the floor and The scribing of our pleas Hear us when we speak, we are young And all too aware of our dreams Our lives in front of microscopes Analyzing our hopes Dear god, let us breath There’s no crime in our dreams Now they’re far across the world and I write all the same I remember hope when I remember your name Dear president, The ocean’s long gone And the reefs have all fled And the humans learn to starve and Home has gone to **** With nothing left for the children Whose lungs are black from the air they dreamed of protecting You’ve exterminated devotion To the selfless cause O President Did you feel betrayed When you learned for the first time What this world was truly like Do you seek revenge for your hurt Do you seek control And, in spite of the trauma, Can you remember Your love for this world.
I had a childhood memory of when a friend and I wrote a letter to the president, asking him to save the dolphins. I felt sentimental, remembering our innocence and our ignorance.