The Leader

My leader

Respect is due

So are invocations

For all Shepherds

Sheep Grasses too alike

In Around our hood

Common people unwittignly

Sit by the road sides

Of painted carpets

Of sweats and hopes

As the ordination motorcade

Inches to the grand platform

Leader Oh Leader

Grant that we may use our pens

Pour out our hearts

Impregnate the Stars with wishes

On Facebook By Twitter too

And like a herd of ailing Sheep

Bleat dispairingly too

If need be

Before the usual party

Is all over again