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Pink holds a monologue adressed to the President of the USA-> George W. Bush

In this monologue she speaks honestly about her opinion of the political situation. She has means to speak her thoughts out loudly (& also thoughts of many Americans).

I think this opinion shows the critical facts of the American Dream. She tells about the many negative aspects of the unfulfillable American Dream.

The American Dream is the the persuit of happiness.

In one hand that America is a such great country & everything is perfect & everyone is proud, etc…               Pink shows the reality. All failed:

Trying to be more freely, democratic & peaceful!

There is just more war & destruction. And how could the Americans be free, if they can´t even decide who they want to love because their president is against homosexualities.

In the other hand, I think, `from rags to riches´ is a part of the persuit of happiness. But how many Americans should get rich…by what? If you don´t have any money in America, you will have a problem. America afford no public hedge like Germany does.

So in America it´s not that easy to get `from rags to riches´ like the American Dream says. So there is no great America with their `great´ American Dream!

I worked on the song `Dear, Mr. President´ by P!nk.

Our groupe consisted of Anke Berndzen, Anna Heyken, Svenja Tjaden, Janine Holtmann & me

lyrics:

Na na na na na na na na
Dear Mr. President
come take a walk with me.
Let’s pretend
we’re just two people 
and your not better than me
I 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 cries?
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,
and tell me why?

Na na na na na na na na
Dear Mr. President,
were 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 daughters 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 cries?
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 houses 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!!!
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…
Hmm..would you…??
 

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