“We must not pick the public flowers,
They are not mine, but they are ours.”
The flowers, yes, we know the rules,
But please don’t treat us all like fools,
The services that we provide
Aren’t meant to us to be denied.
They are not meant to be admired,
Gazed at in awe, but are required
To serve the public, in their need,
And on the whole, they succeed;
They cost enough, and so they should.
We paid our taxes, understood
That this was in exchange for care,
Which, when needed, would be there.
But no, it seems we got it wrong,
Health care was flowers, all along,
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