Mr.President Poem by James McLain

Mr.President,
Thus it is that I do, most graciously I humbly.
Because they can no longer...Miss Waite...
Because the children can not hope to choose
from that which they need,
others and thinking naught, of the inner arts.
Adults, desperation unfulfilled there own
gifts and talents passed on to they of whom.
Being desperate and admitting it thus
the act of recuperation it's self, only being able
through the free will of the others,
of they for whom I speak, being voiceless
spots of bright light, they of U.S. they are ours.
Political, courageous unafraid, they are Republican.
Professing, admitting even unto now.
Hernando county Florida.
Needs specifiably to wit, the monies to keep open
that which will allow those whom have no voice
the future which all need to excavate from that
past a brighter tomorrow.
The schools
Party lines prohibit any open or exparte communication
to you that would reflect, the true state of the nation
in which they live.
I will openly beg for that which they need, not the adults
but they of whom need to be taught the open value of
dialogue of which even I seem to be sorely lacking.
President Obama,
Show them openly by example that you will do what
you can and their needs of the art's are as explicit and
quite is a child's desperation in a future of doom none
of whom
for need ever, deeds be repeated, in the light of the open
can you, will you not?
So I pray.
Open needs ignored we have thus taught our children.
Open need addressed, sought out in prayer is the moral
conduct you preach and ethics beseech what your
ears discern to be just as the light that shines on the
face of our children in need, here in America, 'Please.