Sta.sh
Coward of a Man:
You stand there whinin', cryin' crocodile tears and playin' victim.
Ye eyes demand pity, but yer lips are spewin' nothin' but lies.
Flowery speeches o' harmony and unification;
It's bollocks and snake-oil I say!
I ask ye, as someone who aspires t' be a leader:
What exactly are ye worth?
Who exactly are ya, and what in th' bloody hell makes you worth followin'?
Now I've watched ye fer a long time, and I've known ye fer even longer -
Ye always stand there beggin', askin' us fer help, askin' fer a handout;
But yer hands are clean, uncalloused, and completely free from sweat or toil.
Instead, ye make us promises; promises as empty as air and about half as useful!
In the end, here ye are again, callin' fer our unification, callin' fer togetherness.
Isn't that just yer own way of hidin' behind the labour and efforts of others?
While we stand out in th' front, ye sit behind and give us speeches,
Ye tell us that we're comin' together fer the good of us all.
Yet, the only one I see benefittin' is the coward inside of ya...
But what happens when we turn away? When we choose t' ignore th' man -
When we decide we've had enough and we block our ears
From the fool who continued to cry wolf.
Well, there come ye tears again; and the tantrums; and the pleas,
Didn't ye grow out o' that as a child?
Or perhaps ye mum didn't raise ye right enough t' be a man.
Well - I say enough o' this, enough o' listenin'
Fer the only leader worth respectin' is someone who leads by example.
If ye want t' show someone the way, then don't use yer pretty words.
Show us - show us by action, that this is th' way t' get things done.
A man's worth may not be measured in the size of his muscles, his purse or his mind;
But let it be measured by the strength of his heart and the size of his courage.
The first man bears the most danger, because he knows he might be the first t' die.
But he also knows that he's got th' skill t' survive, and hopefully,
He'll be th' one t' lead us home...
The man who walks in front rarely does it fer glory.
Instead, he chooses his path so that no one else has t' die -
And that me friend, is the true worth of a man.
Measured not by reckless boastin',
But by a quiet acceptance of his own fate, his own skill and his own place...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 23rd Oct 2012
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This is great, love the accent. ^^
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