THREE STEPS

THREE STEPS We’re getting close to when the bubble may burst But hold on a moment, that is not even the worst As now there’s no chance left of it being reversed Do they know we are approaching a critical stage Imminent grief no comforting words can assuage One thought, one decision, one act Tensions have been slowly building for some time The melody’s off, that for so long’s been sublime Discordant, and somehow the words don’t rhyme Moving toward an outcome that nobody sought With weak intentions that have come to naught One fantasy, one possibility, one fact It needed management with a strategic direction Little tolerance for merely exposing imperfection Intervention is critical and with timely correction A scared team, with the fear seen on their faces Ineffective, shuffling around and changing places One ignored, one retired, one sacked