Foresight

To recognize potential Is to realize things are rarely equal And to dream about what could be, Serves to prevent wrong decisions, Concerned by the bad you foresee A noble intention, towards a ''we'' Those, sometimes called prophets, Wrongly assumed to operate from magic, Are to be doubted, but seen as assets Stirring herds with the beliefs they inflict One hell of burden, I must admit That leaves little to pardon, so are you fit? But for every wise decisions that will be made A clearer picture, the rise of a nation will be laid The symbolical leader to a new way of life An umbilical cord, that mustn't breed strife