The Mask of a Man Called Greatness

Behind the face of a leader,

In the quiet of his home

Hidden from the sight of more than some,

Lives the brokenness of humanity.

A man lives,

Broken, like the rest of us.

His brokenness is not of one who breaks

For the brothers he has never met;

No. It is not one who longs to fight for every fight;

It is not one cries for those who cry;

But one who breaks for his own pain,

One who knows the fallenness of his own heart

Of a man who fights to keep his head high

For more than just himself,

Fighting back the tears of a heart

That must be silenced to seem strong.

The reflection of his mask has blinded many

Who see him flawlessly.

The notice of his mask, his title,

Gave them a feeling of authority.

They judge his ideologies,

They criticize his actions,

Observing his every move,

Eager to crucify

If ever dares he show

Even the hint

Of his human nature,

Dares he ever

Make a clanger.

They all forget

One simple aspect:

He is simply a man.

In the quiet of his home,

Hidden in his thoughts

Is found the angst of every soul

A desire to see his own world become

What he dreams life should have been.

He realizes that many share his dream

But few ever recognize his burden.

Choosing to be blind by the mask

That shows that he is the greatest of men,

They criticize him

Again.

But just like a child,

He had a simple wish.

Seeing this world become

Better than what it is.

He shared his hope

A hope of haven,

And they gave him

The journey of Hell.

You see, 
Someone 
Should have told him that

Weakness is not aloud

For the greatest of men.

Now, victim of his good intention,

The crowd

Leaves him alone

To find a way

To lead them on

To a new home.

Only the best,

They expect.

Artfully,

They made the dream of his freedom

Become the curse of his existence.

But little does he know that

They also have a dream.

Thinking that they are a better man,

Than he will ever be,

They long to be the possessors of his mask,

Desiring to be the reflectors of this dream.

Those fools will never realize how blinded

They are by the reflection of this mask.

It glitters hope but hides a man cursed 
To stand alone.

And the story goes on that

All they see

Is a dream, an ideal,

A hope led by a simple man.

How could they forget that

Although human

He remains a great man?

Voluntarily, he bears 
The bruises of responsibility

And suffers the cuts of adversity

In the name of a vision.

While they wait for change,

He daily fights for it;

Never loosing faith,

He holds on to this dream

More

Than the rest of us.

This mask he gladly wears,

And his name he well deserves,

He is called Greatness

For his strength

One can never compare.