the chosen

the chosen,
the one,
the elected,
the blessed,
must be hard,
I suppose,
but, is it great?

the Pope is quite safe,
the guards are there to protect,
dressed with blue and yellow bands,
and white and red accents,
muses of Michelangelo,
inspiration of Raffaello,
and yet,
it must be lonely,
the white duty,
the example.

the king and the queen,
inside the fish bowl,
bodyguards abound,
with sunglasses,
with class,
with suits and black ties,
and a stern look
in their glassy,
hidden eyes.

presidents,
C.E.Os,
masters of all trades,
surrounded by the masses,
Oh, the worries they must have,
the problems they must solve,
the grey on their temples,
the stare at every step.

Is it worthy?
I wonder,
the glory,
the fame.
Is it worthy?
I wonder,
when the cross
might await all
at the end.