Dear Mr. President

Every morning, I read the newspaper and I feel very jaded and more and more indifferent towards my country. Crimes are rising, price is hiking up, politicians are squabbling. What's the point of reading the paper anymore? It all serves to depress everyone.

However, recently I heard a very meaningful song by Pink. The title is Dear Mr. President. It serves like a breath of fresh air to me. It leads me to take a step away from the hipocritical and selfish world that we live in today.

The song questions the US president on many things - namely poverty, homosexuality, war, drugs etc. However, I feel that the song is applicable to most politicians in power. Once the power is in hand, they tend to focus on their power instead of the people a.k.a. the rakyat.

I truly applaud Pink's attempt to question and to educate others on "the otherside of the story". To those people who reads and believe in whatever is written in the newspaper, remember, there is always a different side to the story.

Here is the lyrics for the song. Enjoy!

Dear Mr. President"(feat. Indigo Girls)

Dear Mr. President,

Come 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 eyeAnd tell me why?

Dear Mr. President,

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.

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 nothing 'bout hard work

Hard work Hard work

Oh 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?