Digital Protectors

We debate back and forth,

Not caring who it is

That who we are debating for,

We go to our homes

We sleep peacefully

Immature, Absentminded, Useless.

The real ones are light years away

Maybe in Clouds

Maybe in the Dirt

Maybe in the Water

They’re watched over by the founders,

Because if they lose

We are all dead.

This poem is about: 
My country
Our world


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