What’s our rap? Let’s check our mindset;
get on down to heart gut level,
fill in gaps we found in hindsight,
stop this fooling round with rebels.
Protest? No use. Contest? All lose.
We confess our constant mess-ups,
hurting family, missing friendship.
What’s the problem? No more good news?
Tired of ego’s fight or flight plans,
we admit our sights lack insight;
reach once more for Love’s secure hands,
hands that stretch from noon to midnight.