The Inspectors

In slow, slow steps around they came,
Awarding praise, assessing blame.
They knew the ruling, held the score,
But quietly would push for more
By slow, slow steps.

First came proposal number one.
Hand out more funding, good must come.
Then things went haywire. Spending flopped.
Out came the whitewash. Up they mopped
In slow, slow steps.

We told them that they'd got things wrong.
To change the system, change the song.
But pride forbade they say "you're right."
So things grew darker like the night
In slow, slow steps

But every step they took the same
Disasters followed all of them
Until with time they saw and then
In slow, slow steps around they came.


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