all those crazy souls
trying to break
into
the White House
carrying knives
leaping its fence
at midnight
outrunning its guard dogs
crashing Cessnas into the Rose Garden
may mean
no harm
at all
may just want to play
Monopoly
with the President's daughters
may be lobbyists
desperate
to bend
the President's ear
may be eager
for cabinet posts
or a night
in the
Lincoln Bedroom.
Why must everyone
think
the worst
of them?
Isn't Barack
their President?
Who else
are they going to talk to
about their
problems?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like the style, thanks.