Telling folks to Be Flexible is an insult
To the blow become rigid with focused intent
To endanger composure and relative health.
If our leaders were concentrated not on wealth
But the growth of the nation would it then prevent
Disillusionment? Progress would be the result.

When the house is on fire and the managers of
Firefighters are more cognizant of the cost
Of the water that’s needed to put the fire out,
Then our situation is hopeless beyond doubt.
I have faith in the system, but something is lost.
What I feel is nowhere near patriotic love.

 Rubber bands in tight balls are we as we whiz by
One another attempting to do what we can
To regain some wholeheartedness in how we live
Day to day through the crisis. What else would we give?
We The People can implement a better plan
To enact restoration or give up and die.

We are not made of rubber, but we are indeed
Flexible in our stamina and strength of will
To defend what we need to before it’s too late.
As it stands our future is determined by fate
And by those whose own needs they would rather fulfill.
What it takes is a village to cancel out greed.