Cloning Of A Leader Poem by Joseph S. Josephides

In my blissful homeland,
I was going to clone a leader,
but I left my idea unaccomplished:

a new Nelson Mandela here and now,
would have a career as a chief accountant,
a new Gandhi, in my country of golf games,
would be an sports physician for athletes,
a new Walesa, without people in agony,
would be a respected inspector in shipyards,
a new Luther King, without a divine dream,
would earn a fortune as a great lawyer,
a new Hitler, living in a carefree Germany,
would be a collector of various paintings.

The citizens live as captives in the cave
consider the shadows of sun inside as men,
that eternity lasts, especially towards its end.
Apart from his charisma, it is the time and issue
that drives a leader to the desire to lead them.

I expect a philosopher with a Nature’s vision:
to get into the cave and release us, to open
our eyes straight to the sun, outside there,
where the dictators of Popper became blind
and never reached the top of the mountain.



© JosephJosephides