Where is the intelligence that
Can pierce the armor of issues
So thick they travel to the third plane?

Where is the sacrificial soul so great
It will never allow the madding crowd to lead
Casually towards this terrible thing called war?

Where is character so strong
To resist the sweet lure of words
That tell what we yearn to hear
Rather than what we need to know? *

Bill Grace

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/president-wanted-a-poem-that-is-in-process-until-the-at-its-end-is-removed/