In
the circle he sits
Drawing
the lines to wall him in
Surrounded
by his loyalists
He
feels he is secured from attacks
The
walls erected around him
He
comes out occassionally to see
Though
he refuses to hear the drumbeats
He
knows for a fact he isn't popular
The
loyalists willl whisper
The
good deeds to the people
Saying
the members supporting him
To
lead the pack in the years ahead
The
leader listens
Eyes
seem far away
His
mind thinking what he has to do
He
isn't popular on the street
He
regrets his lost opportunities
He
could have taken the bull by the horns
He
felt he couldn't face the crowd
He
lost the time; he shut himself up
The
loyalists keep shouting
Telling
the people to support him
The
damages of his silence
The
perception of bad deeds
So
he sits alone
In
the circle with his loyalists
Counting
his days
When
he will face the truth
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