The civilization of askers
Waits in the world of deciders
The queues tend to go faster
The lost need to find their finders
Any road needs an excavation
Some fenced pits of debris
What looks clean needs contamination
Regardless if some may disagree
I need to take my annual tests
Maybe I’ll get new prescriptions
I won’t mind to get more rest
Can’t give you a thorough description
How do I feel about this old day
In the world of deciders
The askers should know their place, they say
Maybe the web needs more spiders.
Mis-leaders
The deciders of fate
In whom many have faith
Cocooned in the Ivory tower
Wielding unlimited power
They schooled oversea
But here looting is what they oversee
Their horizon is broad
So they take our wealth abroad
They deserve our applause
And they deserve some awards
For they are un-powering the people
And dis-uniting the nation
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