there are three forms of intelligence
first one sees with their own eyes
second kind sees through other's
in a subordinate shared vision
third sees through no one's eyes
they might as well be blind
three does most of the talking
and is mostly useless
some how they end in leadership
they fight keep the status quo
simply it is all they know
they will not let others grow
what they know is often superficial
they haven't see the vision
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