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