041411g It Must Be Done Poem by Manonton Dalan

i listen carefully on every issue
that comes to our planning desk
we cease to point fingers but us
index should have left if we will
time is foundation of trust, i see
who could fix earliest, it must be

yes, there's one language accepted
quality roars like fire spitting dragon
it can make you hero; burn you down
they love your shoes pointing door
or your voices fading to hall ways
after you're chili pepper on their lips