Leadership Dystrophy Type 0
By Marinus Mans
Leadership Dystrophy Type 0
Yes, Honourable Member.
It gets more difficult every year.
Oh indeed, indeed, we love to push the boundaries.
Yes, without fear.
An inspiration? Of course, may I ask why are YOU so cavalier?
We live our lives until we can’t.
I mean walk, my dear.
Watch me wobble against that slant.
Silent employers leave us with a measly government grant.
Who built this steep never ending hill?
We can’t keep up or afford big pharma’s pill.
Then our goalposts shift, and the path must change.
The barriers you built, now a higher range.
I agree yes, indeed, it’s strange.
Chains of muscles, dead against the grain.
Your inaccessible towns.
Uneven terrain.
A world without work.
Impassable designs.
A spiralling staircase.
Too many inclines.
Nothing to do but to roll away.
Calling out, but you give us no helplines.
Oh, absolutely yes, Honourable Minister.
The human race would be won.
If only politicking benefited brave little children.
Our past was not equal,
but still you stole their place in the sun.
Where’s all the loot?
If you had any shame, it would weigh a ton.
Yes, Mr President.
It gets more difficult every year.
We have no choice but to find our own way around here.
The lucky ones boast their imported expensive gear.
Most of us get nothing: year after year.
Stuck in a wheelbarrow in a muddy shanty town.
Health care squandered with zero to account.
For once break the locks and open bolted doors.
Let us walk on dry ground.
Let us breathe in the air.
Help all of us smile,
and achieve goals free and fair.
For one day it might be you and yours knock-knock-knocking on helpless door.
With no one to open.
No one to care.
No one to save you from disease’s despair.
Marinus Mans: author, blogger, music lover and passive investor
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