The So-Called Religious Leader

He stands upon a sacred stage,

A voice of power, a voice of age.

His robes are rich, his words are gold,

Yet in his eyes, a tale untold.

He speaks of peace, of love divine,

Yet sometimes his actions twist the line.

He calls for faith, for truth, for light,

But shadows linger in the night.

In crowds he’s hailed, a guiding star,

Yet does he walk the road from afar?

For every prayer and every plea,

Is he the man he claims to be?

The faithful follow, hearts ablaze,

Yet question marks begin to raise.

Is it his truth they truly seek,

Or power, wrapped in vows so sleek?

For every leader, faith must bend,

But let the truth be the final friend.

No crown of gold can hide the flaw,

Of the so-called leader, or his law.

POET: MR. HAYDOR UDDIN