Leaders & Flowers

When flames spread, they leave nothing.

Leaders, fire aura around their body,
heat spread like wildfire.

They fuel the common, b(l)ind them,
with shackles they bind.

Like flowers, the common need their gardener,
without him......... they cannot flourish.

When the leader speaks,
                  the heat spreads ,
                              spreads through the shackles ,
                                            touches the surface,
Leaves nothing inside. The flowers burn.

Author's Note

You may find this poem , like most of my poems on my blog. check it.

Reviews

[emmy bon]

nice one, keep writing and welldone

[FocusedAmnesia]

Amazingly well written. The format and imagery create an icredible flow.

[MrKnowAll]

Thank you very much! :)))