the palm trees

The palm trees

Once stood with freshness

With the dark green tones

The years it grew

The strong wind blew

Every pattern of way

The palm trees stood

Challenging the wind

As age took its toll

The stems were eaten

Inside its trunks

Slowly the palm trees gone

The roots were weak

Every one gave way

The palm trees knew its time

The years were kind

The palm trees were cut down

Leaving its stumps on its days

A new generation might grow

But some didn't make it

Even in political parties

Its heydays too can be gone

The bad leaders will bring shame

The voters will not cross it again