Our new leader
fiction
edward w pritchard
Not a soldier, not a politician, but an artist will be our new leader. Reluctantly, reluctantly will he become aware of the cries of our people. Rich himself, still will he come to feel our suffering.
We want led, but we sense the direction; before our leader is arose. Take us over the Mountains Father ; all should walk together, together unless they be against us.
Unite, solidify, sacrifice now, vision is over that Mountain. Sunrise or sunset, bide our time. Bide our time; where is our new leader? When will our new leader appear? Do you hear the message?
I am listening, I watch, I wait. My will is ready. I will join. I will follow.
Arise Arise, the time is near; dawn breaks in the dark Mountains.
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