How strange life can be
with the science of verification
crafted more like an art of deception
becoming more like science fiction
suicide bombers teasing airport security
with their crutches strapped in naked bombs
if the proof of a pudding
lies in the eating
how can we make verification?
shall we wait for an explosion
to blast our nation
city by city
or let it be
an enigma of security
only to gulp in realization
we lack verification
in the vagaries of a mockumentary
with the world derisive of our country?
huh? need more transparency…
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