Raised by ink and paper,
She thought she was as volatile as vapour;
Nurtured by intellect, Greater things had she started to expect;
Only to hear there was a voice greater than hers, Never realised, with teamwork this world stirs;
I am not practical but only abstract, Is that why I cannot make impact?
A statesman explained: “you have immense power”, Ironic is his name who doesn’t like to do what he states but rather manoeuvre;
She discovered her emotions were for fiction, Not to draft a human’s virtues of conviction;
Her grief was widespread,
Humans’ not committing is what she had dread;
Her team is best with Action, ‘Human of word’- God forgot to initiate this speciation;
Verbal and written beautifully will she stay passive and stolid, Or will she become decorated into something solid?