Tuesday, 2 April 2019

“There is only one way to avoid criticism: do nothing, say nothing, and be nothing.” – Aristotle


An arrow to the heart 
when criticism descends
The fresh saplings wither
 in proportion to the whip of words

It's a fine art, 
marshalling the spiritual troops within
Addressing faults in performance,
training and schooling healthy responses

Fighting the natural inclination of self,
Of fear, of pretence
Gradually instilling discipline
Of body, mind and spirit

Until good habits are instilled
Order forged from the chaos within
And gradual ability to follow orders grows
To serve the whole, not one.

But outside criticism cuts
Through the command chain
Authority is lost, upheaval reigns
Each platoon stands shell-shocked.

Progress stops, action halts
Reprimands lacerate embryonic souls
That had begun to blossom
with deeds but now falter and fade

There is a dreadful questioning
a doubting of lessons learned
breeches in the once serried lines
As each finds the fault in someone else, not them.

It will take time to settle the rank and file
Trust has been violated
Orders are now dissected not obeyed
Progress lost in confusion, at this unbidden intrusion.

So keep your peace with others
Guard your tongue, 
make your words as mild as milk
There is a reason excess of speech is a deadly poison.

Instead of releasing that toxicity
Look inward to your own battalions
Get busy with your weary troops
Who stand idly by, while you criticise a foreign army. 

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