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  Rise up and bloom again Through the pain We grow strong Through the pain We grow strong Through the pain We grow strong Bloom again Through the pain We grow strong Genre & style: Art, Visual Poetry, Contemporary Art, Spoken Word Art Core themes & common search terms: Art and Power, Historical Poetry, Experimental, creativity My YouTube Music Station:   https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCrxQKZRnAka3dliF7lp1-Ow Be Creative and Innovative with Knowledge John Bennett - AKA JJFBbennett , is an independent artist. You can view and subscribe to my work via  Blogger , YouTube , Flicker , Facebook , Instagram and Deviant Art .  To support my art, feel free to  become a subscribed member via Patreon donate via JJFBbennett through PayPal    Copyright This artwork is protected by U.S. and International copyright laws . Distribution and/or modification of the artwork without the sponsor's written permission is prohibited.
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Can Leaders Fix Society?

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Can Leaders Fix Our Broken System?
Leaders think that they guide our communities. 
But urban chaos contradicts that vision. 
Socio-economic divisions undercut visions of being orderly. 
To tackle this gap, we must rethink leadership. 
Leaders must be stripped of ambition and moral dominion. 
And viewed as active co-players in our understanding of chaos.

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"Can Leaders Fix Our Broken System" explores leadership, urban environments, and social inequality.

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leadership, social inequality, urban chaos, systems change, philosophy of leadership, arthouse, fixing broken systems, alternative leadership models







John Bennett - AKA JJFBbennett, is an independent artist. You can view and subscribe to my work via Blogger, YouTube, Flicker, Facebook, Instagram and Deviant Art. 

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