I walked away, left the desk behind, A steady gig for a dream unconfined, No safety net, just a tightrope dare, Success or bust, it’s all right there. It’s a bloody tough road, no lie, no guide, Risk it all with the odds defied, Sleepless nights, the stakes so high, Crushing us down, they’ll kill the flame, A five-year-old could lead with grace, This bunch, a grim disgrace. Politicians preach, they’ve never bled, Clueless amateurs, empty heads, We build the world, they tear it thin, They sneer at success, call it a sin, High-minded souls should let us begin, No government hand to choke us tight, Free to fight for what’s ours by right. Politicians who have never felt the pain , A toddler’s stand beats their crew, University to minister’s chair, No grit, no guts, just hot air. I’ve tossed my coin on talent’s spark, Some shine bright, some fade to dark, But this lot? Not a penny I’d spare, They’d sink a shop without a care. The risk-takers, the dreamers bold, Forge the jobs, the wealth untold, They deserve the nod, the loud respect. So here’s my call through the storm and strife, Keep pushing on, it’s worth the life, To every soul with a dream to chase, Hold the line, we’ll find our place. The amateurs reign, but they won’t last, We’ll rise above, the die is cast, Small business blood, it’s ours to mend, Keep going strong—my friends, amen.
