As a representative you are an example of a people,

You exemplify their presence,

Emphasize their voice,

Becoming the Mediator.

What happens when the representative,

He who you entrust,

Cannot even find his own voice,

So hence how can he be yours?

What happens when the entrusted becomes faithful,

Not in his own abilities or ideologies,

But that others understand his half-whispers,

Ideas that could've, would've and should've been presented.

What occurs when that same faithful person,

Who you put your faith in,

Suddenly disappears,

Taking your trust and snapping it against his knee?

Questions begin to fester and take flight,

Who would replace him,

What should we do,

At the end of the day, does this show our voice matters not,

Does his disappearance act as a metaphor?

As a story of how dreams come and go,

How in the grand scheme of life,

A voice is simply never enough?

You begin to curse his name,

Ignorant to the irony,

Unwilling to be content with the fact that,

He was a representative...of reality.