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Death Of The Stag
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Death Of The Stag

Poem By James Thomson

Look around.
Where is truth to have been found to be,
Popular?
Or heard to be seen,
Where people are begging...
To have their thirst quenched with it.

Problems created by those sitting,
In positions of authority...
To have made unwise decisions.
Are the ones most difficult to fix.
No one admits their incompetence.
Or having a hint of knowing what it is.

People like this,
Picked and selected to sit mindless...
Are more often than not,
Liked and quick to smile hiding...
With others in social gatherings.
Hoping to obtain a status to gain.
While promoting themselves,
Among others who drop names claimed.
And that's it.
The beginning and the end,
Of their accomplishments.

Despised for their honesty,
And overlooked expertise...
Are often those well known,
For theirs abilities to get things done.
Too often become the ones ignored and shunned.
With leaving those familiar and accustomed,
To hearing excuses made,
Listening to the ones they have chosen to pick...
Repeating the same promises that satisfies,
An acceptance of a love to complain.

Look around.
Where is truth to have been found to be,
Popular?
Or heard to be seen,
Where people are begging...
To have their thirst quenched with it?

Look around again.
Where are the people,
Despised for their honesty?
And overlooked expertise?
Nowhere around to be found.
But judged for their kept distance.
To be negatively critiqued.

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