On How to Progress

I wish I was a zealot with extreme and forceful views,
Keen to see my efforts as headline rolling news.
My opinions then would matter, however they confuse.
There is nothing that will stop me, nor argument defuse.

The stance is both ferocious and solid, as of stone,
No quarter’s ever given.
My detractors love to moan,
They sense the rigid mind-set, far from open to debate,
I assure them contradiction, ensures I irritate.

‘You must feel that you are virtue, alive in human form,
Parading as you protest, while kicking up a storm’.

One day in unique moment,
An inkling then appears,
To annihilate your thesis,
Does it all end in tears?
No longer are there interviews,
You’re going nowhere fast.
Oh, forget it,
Change tradition with principles that last.

It makes you raise an eyebrow.
Is there truth in what they do,
Or does ignorance, though self-assured, appear for us to rue?
When held by strong conviction and belief they are sincere.
Is the underlying motive born of love, not self, nor fear?

What then of an option,
To zealous thought and deeds?
Encourage, be responsible, use thoughts as dormant seeds.
When sown with great precision into receptive mind,
They allow, through inspiration, those little seeds to find,
They’ll be nurtured by enquiry from those not in the know.
To blossom, be uplifting and enhance what then can grow?

When passion’s truly loving, instead of keen to rile.
Then people duly listen and there’s progress with a smile.