A MAN LIKE NO OTHER
Smoke clouded his vision,
The roads were broken,
As demolished cars and clusters of branches
Blocked the road.
Ghosts of the past wandered amongst
The barely-clothed victims of war.
The moon hung low but shone brighter
Than it had for months
Illuminating the man walking around
Who made it possible.
Wearing a white traditional outfit,
There he was.
An extraordinary man being ordinary —
His glasses rested peacefully
On the bridge of his nose
And the corners of his mouth were relaxed.
The lone short strands of his hair rustled
As the breeze blew like a goddess
Signifying a fresh new era.
The people looked at him and smiled,
Blood and dirt did not stop them
From feeling the peace.
Loss and hurt did not stop them from rejoicing
In the midst of destruction and scarcity.
They knew he was the one
Who would give them nourishment,
They knew he was the one
Who would help them change and grow.
The newly formed country was a people's republic
But he was the leader of the people's hearts.
The writer is a class IX student at Sunbeams School.
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