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PARLIAMENT 1
3. PARLIAMENT 1
Printing machines spit out White Papers
In the name of change
Trees cringe on paper laden desks
Floors, secretaries’ chairs
Overflowing bins, stuffy noses
And forests scream
In the name of change
Documents float before eyeballs in our dreams
Deserts emerge in the name of change
We continue to dot I’s and cross T’s
In the name of change
Around oak tables into mod phones
We ask for more, more files
More, more, more
Greed with a capital G
And down fall marulas
Corridors become empty and quiet
Office doors locked and barred
Libraries dark and gloomy
Machines dismantled, directors missing
Portraits stare down in cynic smile
Brightness of innovation fading fast
Blank stares at futures unknown
Yet we tear forests for documents
In the name of
change.
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