Anguish Poem by Elmer Romulo Valdez

The extremist leader lay slain,
How could the followers remain;
Inside the toppled, sacred shrine,
The messengers in total pain.

The Man will frown, he will cry,
The violence always brings ruin;
The man of peace will die again,
To the dictates of the same men.

The minority stifle any alternative,
They need to fight and stand alone;
But cannot find any hiding place,
As decaying bodies adorn the floor.