Great imagery and tone. The anger and frustration comes dripping off the poem, unmistakeable to miss. Polticians, and I say this in the broadest sense, have become characatures of themselves, as if they have all read the same book.

I have always distrusted people who seem too confident. It is almost a glaring red light in their face that notifies something is amiss. I feel passion in leaders is something to be skeptical of because there are so many that have failed. Is it in the character flaws of those that run for office?

I think it is healthy in a democracy to doubt everyone and yet believe in the ideals. But it is ironic that we subscribe so much to the ideals that the polticians espouse and yet doubt them for truly holding them. I think it has to do with power.

We can not trust people who have power. It is from the beginning of our nation. We believe that they will misues the power because they can. The idea of going for that power is often left to the question, "If I do not do it, then who will." The ideal being approached by a neagtive. Power in the end is what crushes the democratic spirit because it makes one rise above the masses.

Though it is needed requirement for order and sustaining a large republic, the leaders will always be at ends with the people. Not because they are evil, but because they assume a greater role from the collective and thus must be sacrificed to reaffirm the democracy. If any man rises above, for America to always sustain our philosphy: all men are created equal.

Thanks for the lunch. You are a gifted poet with a message.

You captured the insecurities of our friend perfectly. Only someone as gifted as you could turn a joke into art. Honestly, your words are haunting. I wonder if we shared this with our students if they could see themselves - could they see the futility of the act? You are so gifted.