Cia Poem by Magod Scroef

In secret chambers, they gather and conspire,
The guardians of our nation, fierce and dire.
Silent warriors, cloaked in darkness they roam,
The vigilant defenders that we call the CIA.

With sharpened minds and piercing tales they weave,
Unraveling mysteries that few can perceive.
In shadows they dwell, concealed from prying eyes,
Their duty to protect, as the truth never lies.

With intelligence, they navigate the unknown,
Spying on foes, seeds of discord they've sown.
Our nation's secrets, they hold close to heart,
Seeking to outsmart enemies, playing their part.

In covert missions, they swiftly deploy,
Striving for justice, resilience they employ.
With gadgets and skills, they wield with finesse,
Precision and strategy, their constant success.

From foreign lands to the home front we dwell,
The CIA safeguards, stories they tell.
But with trust comes caution, a double-edged sword,
For power unchecked, can strike a discord.

Yet undeniably, their task is immense,
To counter threats and provide a defense.
Guardians of liberty, in shadows they roam,
The vigilant defenders that we call the CIA.