Fire Within A Roar

Snuffed Flame

They will say
Where has he gone?
We did not see him leave

But then again who knew him
A selective few
With authentic pyre
The strength, the power
To stand against the empire
That slowly erodes away
The hope of the poor
And casts out
The outspoken few

Because few is enough
Only a few are tough
The rest are counting on the stars
As things get dark

Still they will ask
Where has he gone?
He was our only hope
Our source of fire