The powerful ones sit in their familiar chairs,

Their hats tightly bound by the power held with grip strong.

All the players sit around the table, here to support the good journey

The quiet ones sit silent, taking in, captivated by the hats worn high on top the ego's.

All that matters is that I am here around the table, nodding my head yes, yes (no questions please)

Others lay back in their man made thrones, arms crossed, loudly stating, "Do not challenge me"! no answers please.

At the end, we give ourselves a round of applause, my stomach turns as the quiet one speaks out for solution 

He learns quickly, head down, scorned, mocked , humiliated, exited from the building, life work  in hand.

The process my friends is circular, the problems in the beginning impacts the end, don't you see?

One is no more important than the other, unbind your hat, uncross your legs

Bring down your arms that are bound with fear of power taken

Or... we can all sit back ,  admire those hats , and watch  the house of cards fall.