Statisticians Poem by Naveed Akram

What ruled the clowns of statistics?
Research? Effort? Pain? Or even acrobatics?
It is a thrust towards change, to upright pursuit,
To an end beleaguered by authority all absolute.
No doubt the rumour brought a schism,
And one of utter ruin, so much awesome.
A productive policy has been espoused,
It was said the policy was housed.
Yielding no statistics is a game for feeders,
But the principles are as copious as acres.
Who are the statisticians? And what do they do?
Their policies are strict and everything is true.