The teens crave attention sir, a program we'll give them,
their parents won't be let down, so we'll have to include them,
our armies are mighty though their cause rarely bright,
we'll call all our neighbors to help us,
though we think that they think that they're right.
We'll call it the Civilian Corps, and what a core it will be,
marching through trouble, solutions on the double,
since hand and hand sees us intrinsically free.
The Corps isn't for volunteering, or for the stand-and-cheering,
the Corps is the business of fixing our business,
by keeping the promise of a community's togetherness.
So that; things begin where they ought to, not just where they can;
things stay afloat when trouble's at hand;
folks can obey because it's their choice;
voters can hear the sound of their voice;
homeless can sleep safe, so their families can too;
professors can teach a way that is bright;
so preachers can preach what is to all of us right;
so parties of interest in politics form,
to demonstrate new where old ways are worn;
so that everyone knows there's some place to go;
and everything works towards what's best for newborns.
I'd call and request immediate press, but I'm just as scared as all of us left.
I know you've a calling to make history right. Please take my idea and relieve us this plight.
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