Ode to an empty chair

Mitt Romney with intent to convince,
to the podium did shuffle n’ mince;
as the crowd clapped n’ cheered
t’were some few loudly jeered,
with loud restless crowd waiting
n’ the “Mitt” hesitating
amid the shouts “hip hurray”
come on Mitt! “make my day”!,
causing Mitt to first pause n’ then wince;
for an empty old chair;
on the stage did appear,
n’ Mitt’s n’er been seen ever Since!
By Coral Atlas

ode to him

he was tallish or at least it appeared
in stature even taller when he spoke
tho words do not only make the man
only actions to power truly speak
the history of a man are the memories that linger
when he leaves a room followed by murmurs
even more the unspoken speech, a look, a smile a glance
for leaders are always the first
and so it was he was a leader
not just among men but above humanity
for vision requires that we see our mortality
and truth is the spyglass of the truest among us
power seeks to blind and mute the many
so that life’s realities become myths
and fantasies follow becoming reality
replacing all reason, and yet he still speaks
those who listen hear and can understand
that words alone do not make the man
but the man makes the words defining their message
he gives true meaning to the words justice, liberty and truth
in a nation of lies and liars not many are standing
but are sitting in the shadows murmuring
waiting to be told where to go and what to do
there can be no destination for those with no hope
and so most wait for what they will be
rather than make the future happen
listening and obeying orders is an easy feat
requiring no skill, no pride or valor
yet he tells us to be proud, stand tall
only then respect will we each command;
he who leads does not look back
to see who, or if any follow their call
he is our leader when we follow or not,
he is our savior when we overcome or fail
he is our excuse when we fall or do nothing
yet he remains himself and his truth will prevail

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