Launched Satellite
He doesn’t launch Satellite
Who had not seen the light,
Fears nursed about not-warned fight,
Shows of military might…
Yet, scouts for news from regions,
Launchers won’t mind from Legions;
Granted Data Collector
But it does count: Director:
To nations innards Surgeon
Wherever men live or sojourn…
Perhaps, in principle right,
Still in reality not white:
One is proven the nosy,
In life things are not rosy
Or else the Trouble Maker,
In peace meetings a Faker!
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