Fit With Image To Give It Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Many will petition to sit.
In positions of leadership.
Qualifying themselves to be,
Undeniably...
Gifted and fit,
With image to give it.
And elected to win,
Over others experienced.
To prove known and shown,
Their lives to live...
Have been much more diversified.

However...
Their images historically,
Had not been the ones...
Popularized to prioritize.
And...
Certainly not idolized.

Yet...
Very few picked,
Elected to sit...
High in positions of leadership.
Have actually been competent.
Or shown to prove themselves committed,
To be accountable or thought responsible...
For their own actions to embrace or admit.

And as years go by,
To witness decades pass.
More excuses are heard.
Made to cover the aspirations,
By those sitting...
Impressively to address an image.
As if it is this 'image',
Upheld to adore and forever last.

Over time to come and swiftly go,
Acceptance of excuses made...
Being to fade with them heard to make.
And people begin to express disappointment.
With a doing their best,
To accuse others...
For the mess they have created themselves.
And...
Done to accuse others to fault and blame,
Not for what they've done.
But what they did not do to intervene.

"What you are doing,
Makes no sense to me.
Help me understand,
How my observering your wants and wishes...
To get them.
And you actually believe my doing,
A nothing but to watch you...
Is cause and reason,
For you to be upset with me too? ! "

-Yes we do! -

"Have you lost your minds? "

-Yes we have! -

"Well...
At least we are getting somewhere.
Have you ever seen me,
Playing the game of golf alone.
To ensure I would be declared the winner? "

-What?
Don't be ridiculous! -

"Okay.
How about the game of basketball? "

-No!
Don't be absurd.-

"Tennis?
Anyone."

-Nooo.-

"Football, soccer or hockey? "

-No one plays those games by themselves.
To have anyone believe them to have won.-

"Seriously? "

-Seriously!
And to have it declared they have won?
No one observing would ever believe that! -

"Oh?
But you and your posse,
Sit high on your horses.
Bearing weapons and adorning masks.
A threat to your way of life.
And the cause and reason,
The choices you have made...
Has left you disappointed.
And your disappointments,
To me you want made known?
Even when I told you,
With evidence to present it?
What do expect from me?
An apology? "

-Yes. We do! -

"Are you nuts? "

-Yes. We are!
But we are hoping,
Our actions are not that obvious.-

"You mean,
Like the one you chose and picked...
To represent your interests? "

-I don't understand.-

"You know,
The one who golfs alone.
And you watch this in your home,
Biting your nails.
Hoping him to be declared,
The winner of the game played! "