Leader Poem by Abdul Wahab

The man was shouting pointing out
abject poverty of certain people
at the tea stall. All listened with apt
attention but I did not because
though I had the magical wand
they never said that I was their
leader, their leader always come
and beg to follow him. I cried
for them but without tears as
my tears are for the innocents
and not for the cleaver people
who wanted me to be only their
supporters, they seal their fate
as they are lusty for leadership
and I long ago left the duty
to their leader to shed tears for them.