There they are!
Standing where they were...
Where they are right now.
Doing what they did then...
In a perfected stale and staticness.
Like crows on a fence,
Waiting for the scarecrow...
To be updated with a new defense.
And even if that does happen...
They will still complain,
About how things remain the same.
And no one wants to do a thing to change!
Even though they move as group advisers...
From block to block!
Telling those who pass by,
How things 'use' to be in the day...
When they were 'back home' with good jobs,
Doing nothing and getting paid!
And today too many want too much,
For more than it's worth!
And not willing to pay the price,
For the advice they have to offer!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So much bureaucratese, symbolism over that of any substance...It's what this Nation has become and we are witnessing the fall of Rome all over again.