Year after year after year they say the future belongs to
the youth,
The very lifelong leaders who are dictionary definitions of
uncouth,
Slogans dripping with deception and lies that the youth are
the leaders of tomorrow,
When the reflection on the leadership mirror,
Shows over 30 years of the same people saying the same
things,
Through a perpetual bullying presence on the corridors of
power they clip young wings,
Ensure a lack of apprenticeship so the young never learn to
fly,
Give them just enough to make sure their ambitions learn to
die,
If the young will ever step into the shoes of leadership,
Somebody’s gotta make room for the younger fragile feet to
fit,
Get used to the power full shoes,
Acquaint themselves to the high heels and hills,
Learn to walk in them,
Climbing and learning the ropes of power,
And if the old will not let the shoes be filled by younger
fresher smarter feet,
The young must employ every smart strategy to force them to
make the room,
For the changes the countries need,
If we will ever truly lead,
Let us make their fake promises true,
Not because it was said but because it should be so,
If the country will catch up with the transformational
changes of the times,
Then the young must lead,
Fully leveraging their best ideas,
Minimizing influence of the worst,
Fully learning the best lessons from history and the old,
Flushing the bad practices and all the destructive isms down the toilet drains,
Making sure to keep the link between the heart and brains,
And leaving behind the delusive thinking,
That much needed change will be handed on a platter of gold.
Brussels © February 2015 afesehngwaHilary
