Civic Benevolence Annex & Chamber Legitimacy Layer

The chamber assesses the claim,
To verify structural name.
The layers align,
The metrics are fine,
And zero anomalies came.

A human breathed near to the door,
The Annex deployed to the floor.
The sirens resound,
For a micro-gram found,
And the layer is sealed evermore.

The chamber of civic domain,
Is filed as a cargo train.
The tracks are approved,
The cargo is moved,
Benevolence poured down the drain.

The layer is doing its task.
We gave you the form that you ask.
The stamp has been pressed,
The Annex can rest,
We hide in a standardized mask.

The layer ensures we are real,
With a very official red seal.
It’s terribly fake,
But for policy’s sake,
We pretend we have something to feel.

The Annex was built from a stone,
Where a manager sat on a throne.
He stamped all the files,
In towering piles,
And turned all the humans to bone.

The chamber processed the request.
The layer was put to the test.
The metrics achieved,
The records received,
And placed in the cabinet’s chest.

The layer of civic concern,
Was scheduled to officially burn.
The Annex declined,
The documents signed,
And wait for the auditor’s turn.