old white men in suits and ties

old white men
in suits and ties
do not necessarily
have open eyes
to see what's right
in front of them
again and again
and again
they sit in
Washington D,C,
a world apart
from you and me
and decide what future
we should live 
I know that I 
should forgive
but
there they sit
and here I stand
a stranger in
the motherland