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the ostriche mind
The ostrich with its head in the sand
will never look up to give you a hand.
The landscape is in disarray!
"That's not my problem!"they say.
Tail tucked, they escape far away
To their own crumbling sandcastles
Preferring deaf, blind and dumb tassles hassles
Than to enter as soldiers in the righteous battle.
They criticize like crabs in the barrel
Complaining like hens in cackle
Spectator sport is where they Steep
But again their heads are buried deep
The truth of the matter they cannot peep
Yet opinionated continue to ignorantly speak.
