A couple of questions
Arose once in frenzy
To go out, find and seek.
Search the social screens, they did
Roam the restros and roads, they did
In circles and squares, they did ask
In despair the questions remained
Till questions larger, broader joined
And soon became a frenzied bunch
Over explanations the bunch rode
Stalled briefly amidst a jungle of lies
Mobbed by tractor-loads of factors
To emerge finally at the base
Of the huge Narrative Wall
The Wall they attempted to scale
(A demanding, exhausting trail)
To get atlast glimpses tantalising
Of the answers held within
When, from somewhere
The loudspeakers boomed
'Yours is not to question why'
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