Among the pile of treaties, likes of Versailles

a decree must be issued

to the men at the helm,

to better comply,

to be qualified to lead

to get certified…

for having been working on their mental health cries

thereby:

no flashing of their tiny dicks in a fit of rage,

no drawing-room dramas played onto the geopolitical stage,

no projection of unresolved traumas,

no wars being waged.

to truly serve, to lead,

you must heal

of all you are afraid…

the world’s suffered enough of men’s whims

their pains one with their policies

their rage a moment of reckoning,

their emotions all over the place,

for the world to be functional, let alone thrive

the leaders will need help to summon

their inner guides,

an old, unhealed man over a pile of corpses

may be the reality of the world today,

but it still

is a blood-chilling sight…

~ Rachit Sharma

India