Difficult decisions garnish our image
If consistency nourishes the passage
We grace as we navigate
Critical corners on our search for the gate
Opening the vista
Granting our register
Room to slay doom
And pave the way for the boom
Our nation so much deserves
When paying attention serves
Purposes leaning towards the greater good
Than feeding oxygen to the morbid mood
That cossets our bloated ego
When by default we forgo
Considerations of national interests
In favour of glorifying our bloated chests.
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