Questions hid on high ground,
Small doubts crept, eyes down,
not looking for trouble.
When answers roamed the earth,
they flattened fields of wonder
marched to the great unspoken.
What happened, happened.
In the new paradigm, questions shed
their camouflage, developed a certain
swagger; even mild concerns now vie
to get in on the act, hopping around,
cluttering up the place, littering without
consequence, promoting pet solutions.
When answers roamed the earth, that
would not have been allowed.
It's getting beyond a joke. So what if
history repeats itself? We could do
with some answers; just, you know,
until things are sorted out.