Artificial President

Excuse me President Bush, may I ask you something?
I was wondering if you ever heard of this word, the word of which is truth?
Did anybody even count all the REAL votes that people signed in the booths?
I doubt it because if they had, you probably wouldn't be up on the stage,
Following through with the Book Of Revelations, leading role from page to page.
What is it next our "President" what do you have in store?
Maybe cameras in our restrooms, homes with out a door?
How about you take off your crown so your brain can gasp some air,
I must tell you how foolish you look on television pretending that you care.
This chip you want to place in every body's hand,
Don't you realize you are forcing America to be marked by the devils brand?
Will your family have one implanted in them, will you be first in line waiting your turn,
Then we can go out to the power plant afterwards and see if we can feel it burn,
I wonder will you consider the homeless; will they be given the "choice" as well?
Do it only Bush's way or meet him in the deepest depths of Hell.

Artificial President
If I were in your shoes I would ask America for their advice,
I would take my cake and instead of eating it I would give everybody a slice,
I would find out what's really being said as people are whispering behind my back,
And I would take a class on honesty because it is something that you truly lack,
Tell the world that it's all a game and in the end that nobody's wins,
And keep a tablet close at all times recording all the days sins.
If you were in my shoes now what would you do,
Would you search every K mart across America to find a better shoe?
Would you feel comfortable knowing that our country could get "dropped"?
And the only person that doesn't care the most is the one who could have it stopped.
Could you send your children off to school with rapists on every block?
Would you finally stop and realize that it sucks when nobody lets you talk?
Well?You claim to want to better this world when do you plan to start?
Sons and Daughters fighting your war, Mothers are home with broken hearts,
And seems like whenever I see your face posted on the news,
You wear a shameless evil grin, so sure you'll never loose.
Why is it so easy, Mr. President, so easy to tune us all out?
When are you going to SHUT UP and listen, how loud do we have to shout?
Well? Still waiting...I used to think that this world was ours, now it seems to be ran by the unknown,
If the predictions are correct I won't get a chance to see my children all grown,
These changes that are about to take place, OUR decisions that you have made,
Are they based upon voices in your head and childhood games that you played?
Well I don't want to take part you see in this one sided Unconstitutional game,
Instead of walking with your head held high you should hang your head in shame.
Well? Yep, still waiting! And waiting.......
Poetry written by Betty Schumacher