Geniuses Unite - Poem by Elena Plotkin
The world was facing a catastrophic end,
The leaders had stopped playing pretend.
This wasn’t just a matter of grave urgency.
This was a world-wide emergency.
Lives were at stake, and not just the masses.
This emergency affected all of the classes.
Suddenly in an act of total desperation,
A message rang out in each nation,
“Geniuses Unite. Yes, Geniuses Unite.
We need your brilliant ideas to help us out.
We need ideas that will save the world.”
And so the Geniuses heard the call and ideas swirled.
They thought and argued and pulled out their hair.
They screamed and shouted and waved fists in the air.
And then suddenly the hair-pulling and fist waving ceased.
And there was such a calm silence almost a deathly peace.
What happened had all the geniuses died?
Did they kill each other? Was it a massive suicide?
But no, they were all still alive, no one was dead.
They just all reached an agreement instead.
The leaders all patted themselves on the back.
Finally they will have a plan to counteract.
The people celebrated as hope filled their hearts.
Families came together that had been torn apart.
Tears and laughter rang out through the air.
Gone was the misery, the worry, and despair.
And all this before the Geniuses had a chance to speak.
Can you imagine the joy and happiness next week
when the spokesmen for the Geniuses shares their plan
To save the planet, the world, the animals, and all of man?
And so finally the week had passed and the spokesman appeared.
It wasn’t at the UN like many believed but somewhere else via live feed.
He said “You needed a miracle, a plan, an idea to save the world,
And so we came together from every nation and the ideas swirled,
We thought, we argued, we pulled out our hair,
We screamed, we shouted, we waved our fists in the air.
And then someone said what we all knew was true,
‘A billion geniuses can’t fix what one idiot can do.’
And we unfortunately are less than a billion and you are definitely more than one.
So sorry to have to break the bad news but we are doomed every last one.'
(c) 2013 Copyright Elena Plotkin
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