The Procession

The day has been declared National mourning

The office has closed early, everyone's hurrying

The procession has started and is leading

All takes a final glimpse, leader cremating

Flowers, tears and farewell

Some have eyes that swell

A little girl waves goodbye

And her mother lets out a cry

A passer by kneels down

Before the procession, in a gown

Pulling out his phone he takes selfies

Though prior they were political adversaries

The cremation ground is mourning 

And pyre ready to set the dead free

The public is given a forewarning

No admission to the public, national decree

Pictures of the last rituals are posted

Online, thousands have commented

Some on good, some on nonsense

With good heart or under pretense

Farewell leader, guide us from the afterlife

Be at peace, from animosity and rife