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Thursday, 7 May, 2020

It's a striking thing about life today
How keen we are to be indignant, pontificate.
When something bad happens we can't wait
To get on Facebook or Twitter and join the fray.

We can't rest until we've had our say,
Booming in the Voice of Reason our great
Insights, and slapping down the fools we hate
With logic and hilarious memes. We slay

Them endlessly, but somehow they don't die.
In fact, they have the cheek to claim they've won
And we're the fools! Neither side will admit
That reason's not the issue. I can see why:
If reason can't get the job done
We might need a harsher way to deal with it.

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