Leadership once stood tall,
but somewhere along the corridor,
she traded her spine for shadows.
She no longer knocked on doors—
she simply erased names from the walls.
Silence became her secretary,
whispering commands into group chats,
tapping shoulders not with words,
but with the cold breath of removal.
Silence, that quiet tyrant,
sat beside me and said nothing,
as my seat was given away.
Respect—
oh, Respect...
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