SUNDAY THOUGHTS: POETRY PROMPT

BAD GRIEF 

I’m noticing possessiveness 

That’s faking as concern

A sick sense of entitlement 

So easy to discern

The bullying is obvious

Manipulative, too

The motivation’s selfish

The gossip isn’t new 

I see the desperate sabotage

The arrogance? Well known.

The plans to hinder and divide

Claim power as their own

Wouldn’t it be easier

To work in harmony?

Why the strife; the bickering 

The animosity?

How far they’ll go, I just don’t know

But every day it seems

They dig, to find the smallest fault

To justify their schemes

To prove others’ incompetence 

And cause distrust, and doubt

To reclaim lost positions

And push their rivals out

I wonder if it’s possible 

That they are so consumed

With causing such confusion

They can’t see the gaping wound

They’ve wrought in their community 

It’s infecting them the most

Shady dealings glaring

About which they used to boast

In their grief, they truly think

Their actions are for good

In their haste, they cause more waste

Than a fool ever would 

 

They’re on a path, it seems, 

To bring the whole enterprise down

Simply because they’ve lost control

And allies can’t be found

To maintain biz as usual

Ban accountability

Sweep shady stuff under the rug

And shun transparency 

They’d rather see the whole thing fail

Than simply step aside

And give others a chance to lead

To manage, and preside

It’s wise to just avoid the fray 

One must preserve one’s peace 

Besides, the nonsense won’t last long 

As proved by history

What’s happening is nothing new

Neither is the fate

Of those who sow seeds of discord

And operate in hate.

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