Ventures Torn Asunder
A poem
As they say, a poem is worth a thousand essays.
Once upon a venture daring,
Came a voice, both bold and blaring,
“Why waste time with careful pairing?
Build it now! Just build, explore!”
Yet in shadows, soft and creeping,
Echoed lessons, darkly seeping,
Warnings from past efforts sleeping,
Whispering, “Validate once more.”
“Boldness!” cried the leader, grinning,
“Fearless builders for the winning!
Don’t get stuck with careful spinning —
Just build the thing! That’s the lore!”
Yet beneath this booming thunder,
Lurked the echoes of past blunders,
Of several ventures torn asunder,
Ruins scattered on the shore.
“We need no plans, no exploration!
Questions breed only hesitation!
Leap, and build the grand creation!
Bravery’s what we adore!”
But while he preached this path unbending,
History’s lesson, still unending,
Showed the cost of blindly spending,
Dreams turned ashes, hopes no more.
Now the men sit, softly musing,
Knowing that to act, not proving,
Is a perilous path of choosing,
Risking chaos at its core.
For they’ve learned through pain and burning,
That the wheel is always turning,
Thoughtful action keeps the yearning
Focused sharp on what’s in store.
So they nod at the leader’s rally,
Join the march down hubris’ alley,
Yet in corners, plans they tally,
Testing truths to build once more.
For the lesson, stark, resounding,
Speaks of ventures once astounding,
Built on sand, no solid grounding,
Lost to hubris’ endless roar.
