Led By The Blind Poem by Mary Champion

Cocooned by vast wealth,
their lives are rarely upended.
Safe within their bubbles of privilege,
they are wilfully blind to the brutal Truth -
that most lives are more precarious,
that the future is not predictable -
even for them.
They believe themselves infallible
and plan accordingly.
No allowance is made for human error,
no consideration for the unforeseen,
no acknowledgement of the possibility
that unexpected disasters may occur,
that flies may appear in their sterile ointment.
In a world of fixed deadlines,
inflexible rules, just-in-time supply chains
and minimal staffing levels
there is no latitude,
no accommodation of Human need.
No need -
for they are Gods
and the rest of us are machines -
slaves shackled to their greed.