The Rat-Race
The finish line for the
rat-race speeds ever ahead of
its leaders;
brilliantly ruthless people;
brilliant and myopic.
One by one they will
drop out of the race;
drop down.
Today’s leaders will not be
in the race tomorrow.
The wolves snapping at their
heels would have
taken over.
And, behind,
receding rapidly, to the
horizon, will be their
grand mausoleums.
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