The Pioneer - Grandeur And Rancor Poem by Noor Othman

There was this man, the Father of all
He was brave enough to make the scrawl
Scribble the plans and spread the maul
No one believed he could make the call

He moved bricks, he surveyed the land
Picked one place and name the brand
He worked fast and determined to expand
People thought his ideas were too grand

The pioneer is person with good foresight
The visions in place seem very alright
At times with others he is not forthright
Because he thinks he is always right!

The staff is enrolled according to plan
Ads are spread throughout the land
Some bring along members of their clan
Hoping to be recruited as one of the men

The pioneer now is no longer alone
The Company he sets up now is grown
More money he needs, the bank gives loan
Happy he is, but the wife and kids moan

Years of hard work is giving returns
No time for others, only for making earns
Wife and kids are expressing concerns
Slowly and surely he takes the burns

His wife finally makes a decision
Leave him alone to avoid collision
Children say goodbye without hesitation
Let him nurse his grandiose ambition

The pioneer now lives a lonely life
There are no friends, nor kids or wife
Very unhappy though money is rife
He ends his misery by taking a knife

This poem was sadly inspired by stories of two business tycoons in two different countries who took their lives using two different methods in January 2009. One using unusual method by throwing himself on a railway track, the other using more conventional method, shooting himself in the head