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