THE LEADER ARRIVES

The pen is picked up with a mighty effort
For words are inscribed for eternity
Courage is not gifted to all,
To mirror thoughts as they are…

Many a stories are told, speeches delivered,
Poems recited and myths unfurled…
But only truth remains unchanged, pure…
Alone in the heights of lies…

History speaks for itself, the bloodshed
Caused by man is due to the ignorance
Of truth that is hidden within himself
Never is too late , now in the spur of the moment,

Grasp the power within your reach
Before it is lost forever…
Every battle waged is against oneself
Before you cut he roots of love,
Pause a while to reflect…

What is gained by the violent word?
More hurtful than a mortal wound,
That kills the spirit of hope,
What good is that war?

In the ages of despair,
Sow a word of kindness…Rather than of hatred,
Lend a ray of hope to the millions who stray in darkness…
Do not inflict upon the darkest sinner,
But eradicate the cause of his sin…

Then truly the arrival of a leader,
Shall be looked upon…
That one who leads is not leader
But one who is followed by masses…