Achieving this their end,
They create a cause,
Berthing thoughtless thoughts
They arm their aim
Mindless vessels to create,
A voice, a role, clueless debate
Rebuttal defined, awaits it's prey,
Roaring chorus secured in the fray
A rage to ensure, a position, a stance
A tuneless tune to which they may dance
Bend-less roads that seek to ease
Or circular travails that feeds disease
Blinding, blindness never sought
An inviting host so easily got
And this we say to our dismay
I thought, I think, We found our way
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