Good Leading's Root
Becoming a leader is your way,
You want to be applaused and hailed
And within you hope swims,
But you never ask yourself why.
Why I yawn to be the head?
Do I possess what it takes
To be a great head
That head the people's right?
Void of rustic concern, crispy craving;
Craving for only for your belly filled,
Wrapped you with the veil of wants.
Neglecting good name processing.
Elapsed days may fall upon the present
As huge icicles or snows,
Asking of err of old-days
Like an interrogative person and suspect.
What one reaps, one sows;
Good name never fades.
A servant severs, not serves and loot,
In serving the people's will, he endures pain
And never he steps on one-else-shoe.
Good will, good leading's root.
Copyright © Afolabi Muideen | Year Posted 2016
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