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As I sit behind my desk,
I hear humans preaching,
Talking about their frisky walk,
With all their might they went explaining.

Of reasons behind their doing,
It wasnt about walking the talk.
Now it has became talking the walk,
Humans are afraid to take ownership.

They preferred talking anyway,
Especially of the good they did,
Or rather the bad others has done,
These comparison, and complaints...

They do no good, really.
I shrugged in discomfort,
As I listened to them telling tales,
Of what was good that has turned bad.

And here stood a German man,
Looking a little French speaking,
To a forever red-faced pretty man,
And here I am alone with not much to do...

-A piece of Junaidah's thoughts