Spycraft may come easy

But we get tired

You want us alert

Always wired

On our game

Hiding from fame

Be unknown

A faceless deity

Who can only be witty

Who's deeds are never shown

It's draining to lie that much

While dealing with an admin out of touch

Our psyche isn't as strong as you'd like it to be

We are crumbling

Cases are fumbling

We're all stumbling

Without proper directions

Because through the detections

We're still unsure what this is for

But can't make objections

No voice

No choice

No union

No say

For anyone

Fairness none

This is why they wanted to kill Julian

And we're supposed to sit and obey

Think it's all ok

As long as we don't step out of line

We'll be just fine

Yet we're on a kill list

From every country that can do open sourced researches

We should be pist

Not complacent adjacent

Unsure of the lore

And just going with it

Knowing in our core

It's never enough

You'll always want more

(Poetr)