Mr.President

A President has to clean up the Previous mess,
Before they can start on their Address.
We as humans judge to quickly,
Always thinking ever so selfly,
As if he is some superhuman,
But really he's just one man.


It takes one term to clean up a nation,
And we're acting like its the same as cleaning a train station.
Gas prices went up, because of the war,
Blaming the Current for the Previous mistake,
Do you feel like a rake too?
Being elected in the middle of a war, my what that must do to you!
Looking for a job, but no one's hiring?
How about blaming the one thats hiring? Being wrongly accused must be tiring!

He's just one man with the world on his shoulder,
With our complaints adding to that boulder.
But do we care? No we do not.
Those promises on your mind still, are they not?
We accuse him of things we do not know,
For that reason we do not know!

He is a human like you and me,
What else is he supposed to be?
Without support he grows weak,
Who are we to critique?
We've all been weak and could not move,
While we rested this man was forced to prove!

Prove to us that he will bring change,
All we have to do is provide the Range.
Our nation was built on Belief,
But now we are stuck in this grief,
Left to wonder where is the relief,
All because we shunned our chief.

A nation born on something,
Looking in the Mirror at what amounts to nothing.
Will we give the chance for change to come,
Or shrug it away, afraid of the sum?
I for one Belive in Change,
Meet you at the firing range.