Barnyard prattle
The bellicose crow loudest. Is this leadership? A poem.
From fence to fence, from pillar to post, he strutted to and fro.
He puffed and clambered to be noticed, to impart all that he did know.
His stride was brisk, his pace garrulous, his tone curt and tight,
With arrogance he cocked his head as if to stun the herd to fright.
When his dismissive voice echoed it was brazen, to make blood curdle
The least objection was belittled, merely a another crushed hurdle.
He knew his voice, his thoughts, were unparalleled gifts to be understood.
He had no regard for the clamorous voices of those assembled in his hood.
He crowed and screeched pushing others to follow and duly comply.
It was theirs to do and heaven forbid, they should question why.
His voice was loudest, his arrogance flowed without restraint or compare.
He was a blessing, upon which they were permitted, like sheep, to stare.
Truth was an irreverence, honor or respect were of only neutered due.
To listen, swallow and follow, it was theirs to acquiesce, a route to pursue.
He was a gift, unapproachable, on a pedestal he raised himself above all.
He gazed down from his perch, confident his presence would enthrall.
To understand was a weak attribute, one to be eliminated when he could.
For him, it was a greater glory to be unquestioned, his edicts understood.
The arrogant bird struts the yard and crows.
The wise bird sits in the corner and knows.
Ten Second Takeaway:
When you talk you only repeat what you believe you know, but if you listen you may learn something you never knew. — the Dalai Lama