CENSUS OFFICIAL

°I'm a Census Official°
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Soon, I shall clinch on my bag and crew,
We shall move from hamlets,
Cutting cross communities
That live in the villages
And mansions planted in the cities,
Knocking, from door to door
Searching for heads to count.

We count legs instead of heads,
Counting left as one and right as two.
Counting the trees littering the compound,

Calves, sheep and cows grazing on the field
And those yet in the womb.

We are humiliated
With cash and a lively threat for crash.
As we tour from creek to creek and desert to desert
Counting the seen and unseen heads
In the presence of bow and arrow.
Adding more zeros to thousands
To round it up to million
At the sight of powerful currencies
Incised with do or die.

Then we announced to the whole wide world
Of a great population in a deserted desert
Despite the incessant killing by our brothers in crime
And a poor population, for a populated populace.