Dropping like Flies

The infection is spreading Like a field infested with insects, with pests that multiply Unable to treat the infection, it’s becoming larger You can’t handle; you let it go You let it take over Leaving the open field for them to multiply You don’t care because what grows is not deemed worth the fight As a result your plants are dying at an alarming rate Nobody bats an eye We only hear well written public statements full of promises We hear you say you’re concerned, that you understand But nothing is done State of emergency; where are the resources? It’s all talk Help isn’t on the way Communities will remain under strain Pushed to the breaking point Everyone is scrambling to save lives As long as you feel their lives do not matter, they will keep dying