Leaders...

Leaders …..

Words harder to catch than deer chased by hound,
mouth open, only no findings or sightings of sound.
Heralding each new triumph, but mind feels unease,
created legend conquering all, begs forgiveness please.

Ragged scholars writing fables on barking dog’s fleas,
bewitched by the charm of the brae from hinnies.
Nincompoop leaders swollen with engorgement,
taking encouragement from false endearment.

Our status is their achievement, by any measurement,
gained not by sweat, but sweet speeches offering much.
No striking to finish line, fast limbs will show intent,
pats on back at handshake auction, creates a nice touch.

Explanations of great times that lie ahead, hit’s the spot,
eyes take in the scene, smiles to the new adoring lot,
Perfect execution of action plan with a kind new world,
but behind the chorus of insipidity they all herald..

But might the many ask, some honest questions,
if you are to lead us, fast forward in our lives.
must we guard against all the many loose expectations,
stand strong like oak, and blunt all assassins knives.

So to finish sir I’ll say a word or maybe two,
and by the end of the verse try to convince you.
That governing a country really is an honour,
so stop throwing soup while bun fighting, upon her.