My Leader Poem by Amos Christopherson Masereka

My 'Leader's young and energetic wrinkles are in abundance
She whistles and claps hands calling someone in a distance

And complains a lot if someone doesn't come running
When she's mad she quarrels and argues about anything

Why are old-aged-women-leaders in positions so arrogant in nature
Proud like peacocks that lack nurture

Noisy and no one talks on their behalf
Have no respect for subordinates and staff

Show scorn for inferiors amidst them friends
Cant they listen to other peoples' views save for weekends?

In the hot sunshine season i look for a tree shade to relax and not to frown
She chases me from there and warns my life and cuts the tree till it falls down

What have they not learn from reading the Holy Bible
Or it confuses their age like interpreting a rainbow?

Normally have no friends to trust in short
In their homes its worse should they find fault in salt

Other Leaders show humility and integrity
They involve subordinates in whatever activity
And their subordinates respect them.
They guide and communicate feedback, not blame.