Deceivers now investigate,
Those accused to have deceived.
And crucial are these times,
Few find truth and honesty...
Nowhere to hear it.
Or can believe anyone,
Accepts it to have meaning.
Where oh where,
Have all the mavericks gone?
The ones relied upon,
To be nonconformists.
But trusted to remain,
To go against the grain.
Now all that seems,
To sustain maintained...
Are liars who deceive,
And perceive it done to do...
As a way of life,
To ensure the doing of it...
Is done right,
By those kept under...
Investigative surveillance.
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