When The Great One Leaves Poem by Al J. Cuesta

When the great one leaves
People will shout at him and throw blunt stones
All he did will be belittled and will quickly wither
Any words he speaks will only serve to winder hate
For he has already chosen his fate, that is, to leave...
And not come back.

As autumn trees do at fall,
As soldiers do in times of war,
As the China men did years before,

When the great one leaves
Everybody is left uneasy

For they know without him,
They are less.

For they know without him,
Future is left to guess.

What will become of them all
Without the great one
Their hearts, their souls, their faith
All seem to fall like autumn leaves...

When the great one leaves.