The leader is bold – he is a pleasure to behold
He is the legend of which the legends foretold
His words are vibrant, coloured with tenacity
They hang on to his confidence, enchanted by his veracity
His speeches – what beautiful things!
When they are with him, they could have sworn they saw wings
Always grinning, casually laughing
He’s the one to solve it all – to him, problems are nothing
To him they seek, for all that is right
His strength, they eat, he is their delight
His unwavering spirit, it is contagious
His endless stamina – it is simply outrageous!
They look to his vision, his mission, his answers
They ogle at his smartness, his wit, his perfect manners
He is their lead, their strength, their pride
They even marvel at his marvelous strides
He is always with them, from dawn to the dusk
Never fatigued, enwreathed in sweet musk
Even when they have gone, and he is left to his own devise
They never thought for a second, that he was descending into his own self-crafted demise
For none has ever seen the leader weep
In his lone chair, when he tries to sleep
Nor his back, the way it ached
Nor his grins, how they were faked
None knew of his troubled nights
Nor did they notice his listless eyes
How he frowned, contemplated, and pondered in frustration!
How he cried, sobbed, and lamented – as if he were born a damnation
To whom should he speak, of his fatigue, of his hardship?
Who could he trust, in love and in friendship?
No…the leader should only walk that one, lonely path
Where none dare tread, not even on his behalf
The duties are his, and his alone
So are the faults – they are his, and his to bemoan
They never asked of his own thoughts
Nor did they wonder if they were tied in knots
They fret and mourn,
they gripe and groan,
in loyalty they are torn,
and in the promises that they’ve sworn
The leader, as strong as he may be
could only witness their discontent in self-pity
I need to make them happy, thought he
Even if he himself was to deteriorate into nothing but shameless scree
No, the leader is not meant to speak of his woes
Nor should he display a fit when his worries overflow
Neither is he allowed to exhibit his ailment
No, his weakness should not be made into a statement
The leader must be firm, the leader must be able!
The leader must be courageous, he should be unmistakable!
He must not be moved by emotion, always eyeing the notion
The burden of his position leaves him no option
Should the leader be hollow?
Of course, he should not feel any sorrow
Indeed, the leader, the selfless person that is he
Must only feel for his people – he is the leader that they see
The one that points, and be pointed at
The one that demands, and be secretly laughed at
The one that stands, when all else fails
The one that should listen when everybody wails
No..the leader’s world is nothing but desolate
He should never ask, even when he’s desperate
Indeed..he is destined to be alone – in strength and in strife
The leader was born to live a solitary life.