The Day the Questions Stopped
The day the questions stopped,
Was the day the earth began to die,
Which should not have been a surprise even to a fly.
With no questions designed to ferret out the lies,
Or challenge the wise.
No one to bring sense to discussions about dollars and cents,
And no more stating the obvious to the oblivious.
No words to bring to halt those who are at fault.
Nothing for the ears of those crying out for a way out.
Or anybody to raise a red flag for those in charge of the company flag.
Even with lives at stake, a question will no longer be raised or written in a rag.
No questions anymore at the border, to deter a would-be robber.
A suggestion of a prize not enough to raise even one question.
Nothing to change the direction of those seeking re-election.
Maybe we will have to wait til the climate is right,
For the next question to come to light.
I see no need to help you with a tip,
Since it will likely be coming from your own lips.
''What is this muck I am standing in, that is now up to my hips".
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