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Like owls convened in parliament

We stare up at the stage

Slight of hand and trickery

A miracle for our age,

Misdirection smoke and mirror

Smooth hands which lie with ease

As we hear what we wish to hear

Turn blind eyes to the tease,

And with our hopes and hearts still bared

We reach out for the word

As soft you tie the blindfold tight

To truths we never heard.