Illiterate leaders

Ink bleeds on parchment, a degree framed, gathering dust. He understands algorithms, complex equations unraveling in the quiet hum of his mind. But the city breathes, a wheezing cough under leadership that can barely spell responsibility. Roads crumble like ancient promises, laws bent to favor crooked hands. He sees the potential, the vibrant future choked by ignorance and greed. His voice, a carefully crafted argument, drowned out by the roar of incompetence. He watches, frustrated, as bridges collapse, not just of concrete, but of trust, of opportunity. A first class mind, trapped in a second-rate system, ruled by those who barely passed.