Clouds hung heavy overhead, the gloomy atmosphere like a glue of depression captivated the moment. George Bush
Head down, glassy eyed, shoulders stooped, walk’s slowly
Out of the white house; no sigh of his signature cocky smirk. His mind wondered too his inter most thoughts: “Father why have you forsake me”. You lead me to believe I had a legacy of greatness. I am an ordinary man but, but, You lead me to believe my faith would make me great. Your wisdom left me, as I waddled in my own ineptitude. I
Had faith in our special relationship. Having done great wrong in your name; I am only sorry for myself.” Father Why have you forsaken me in my time of need”. Boarding the helicopter thoughts jumped from faith to empathy thinking this must have been how Hitler felt in the last day’s of his administration as the truth squads closed in on his legacy. He felt a little better at this ridiculous comparison. His eyes closed and he began to sleep, confident that the burden of failure would soon fade into euphoric feelings of grandeur