Those most qualified to lead,
Are more often than not...
Disliked for their intelligence.
And no one seems pleased,
To know they have a dignity...
Cemented within an identity.
Those incompetent but liked,
Are often praised for being assessible.
With down-to-Earth personalities,
Many accept...
As an asset to believe,
Regardless of their inabilities.
And of course no one perceives,
It takes skill with ability...
To enable one to succeed.
But then again...
Is it success or mediocrity,
That represents without resentment?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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