The Voice

Hear me, you would not, I rather not say
You only see the badge and the pay

Most of the times I have the same ask, you ignore
Urgent requirements and you snore

So many sounds, lost in the noise
When the time comes, you have no poise

Not all heated coal turns diamond
Some just wither away, chastened

The said is said and haves are done
In the ubiquity of entirety, the identity of originality is none

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