My first poem :D
This is a message to all.
Everyone has someone to look up to, right?
I'm a l'Manburgian with pride and joy. I look up to Wilbur soot, our leader, the one who started this nation, from the hootdog van to now the rebellion. He has always amazed me. His confidence, leadership and most importantly friendship with others.
So how does to feel when your hero, your star, betrays everything you know and love?
Nothing.
How are you supposed to feel?
I feel as though everything I knew, my knowledge and trust has been stripped away from me.
I feel betrayed.
It happens to everyone right?
It's a normal feeling.
Wilbur Soot.......
Goodbye.
I hope your choices have made you happy,
Powerful.
So is this what you would rather?
Power and ruthless leadership?
Over friendship?
Love?
The election may have gone wrong.
Your son might of left you in the dust, left you heartbroken....
But you have fought for independence before...
You have created a nation of thousands millions even....
Anything is worth fighting for...
For love.
Good bye Wilbur Soot, I hope your happy now.
- Griffon_