My Influence

May 22, 2011
Among the lies he stands
The truth he holds
But no one will listen

He is dejected
With insults of madman and liar
Thrown onto the streets to be alone

But his brethren
His brothers and sisters are there for him
Taking care of him

Sympathizing, but not empathizing
And he stands with a strong front
A front of steel that is impenetrable

But behind are the tears of leader
Tears of sadness and love
For he fears that he cannot support his people

He is alone
In the cold dark wind
Left to face it

But this man
He may be a madman or crazy
But to me...
He is my influence





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