The Obligatory Leader

She wandered alone, In search for answers, Utmost dread down her spine, ‘I am the hero, I am the savior’ She walked in the crowd, Fearing not of what will come, Caring not, for the mortals are some, In this cluttered anarchy, Thousand faces turned to the sky, Thousand knees bent in the mud, Thousand collars cut with shame, Thousand lives turned to blood. ‘I am the hero, I am the savior’ Yet it doesn’t feel that way, The place she called home, Has turned in disarray, The red sky, Giving her jitters, Asking for mercy, They pull the trigger. The hero died, Or so they thought, To the world unknown, Now she trot, ‘Was I meek, was I the devastator’ The last breath she took, Brought a new dawn, With revolutions beginning, A new hope was sown. She laughed from the oblivion, Losing all hope in humanity, A part of her cherished death, As she could now get back her sanity. For those were her destroyers, Those were her makers, And the chant went on: ‘Long live the hero, Long live the savior’.