...sau de ce a murit Stefan cel Mare

Mie,cand eram in generala,nu prea imi placea istoria(acum o ador) dar cu toate astea,am retinut unele lucruri.Tin minte de exemplu ca imi spunea profu' ca o serie de eroi ai neamului au luptat ani,zeci de ani in lupte crunte pentru apararea si intregirea neamului romanesc pentru a ne lasa noua o mostenire de valoare.O mostenire de care acum ne batem joc si o ponegrim,aruncam cu noroi in ea si am lasa-o oricand.Aveam impresia ca daca s-au sacrificat ei noi,vom avea un trai decent si linistit.Era doar o impresie,de fapt si noi suntem sacrificati,ma intreb pentru ce...Dar pentru ce a murit Stefan cel Mare?Ca sa se nasca sexy Braileanca?Eu inteleg ca orice padure are uscaturile ei dar de ce a noastra e atat de uscata?Traiane,crezi ca daca ai carmuit bine navele,vei carmui la fel si tara?Tin sa iti reamintesc,ca sunt doua lucruri prea diferite.Te intreb...nu era mai bine pe mare?Sau iti plac mai mult baile de multime decat cele in ocean?Dar sa il lasam pe Base...ca e unul singur.Dar voi???Cati sunteti?Ce ma asteptati sa se intample/auda/scrie ca sa va TREZITI?Voi chiar nu sunteti constienti ca schimbare incepe cu fiecre dintre noi.Fii si tu maine mai bun si in loc sa condamni si sa judeci,mai intai gandeste,stiu....e greu a gandi,de aceea toti judecati si puneti etichete.Misca-ti putin bunul simt si vezi ce se intampla,poate o sa-ti placa si o vei face iar si iar.Asta ar fi intr-adevr un pas inainte si o speranta!
Dar tot nu l-am uitat pe Base...am o dedicatie pentru el...

Dear Mr. President,
Come take a walk with me.
Let's pretend we're just two people and
You're not better than me.
I'd 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 cry?
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?

Dear Mr. President,
Were you a lonely boy?
Are 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 daughter's 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 cry?
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 house 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
Oh

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.
Would you?