The leader's first order

The national elections were finally done,
But alas!! Not a party won.
Citizens were at rage, over failed democracy,
In unison they complained to God, of this travesty.

“I will choose for you, my children”, God replied,
“make him your leader, on whom I cast my light”.
Then it all became dark and a single ray was cast,
It fell on the earth, pointing to the leader at last.

In a million’s crowd, people rushed to the spot,
commoners, elites, media, politicians, all in a lot.
Behold!! The leader on a shady footpath lay,
a beggar in rags, most poor, covered in clay.

Some lost in disbelief, some startled with awe,
Ecstatically excited, the God chosen leader they saw.
The journalists swarmed in, with mic's and recorders.
The asked in noisy unison, “What will be your first orders?”

“Will it be about Osama, the most wanted criminal?
Or about world peace, crushing violence to minimal?
Will it be about global warming, controlling pollution?
Or about inter-country trade, international coordination?”

The leader perspired, in this rain questions.
He looked around timidly, at people shouting suggestions.
He spread his rags a bit, to cover his body,
Gasped for some breath, then said hesitatingly.

“FOOD”

“What? What?" The media men got confused.

“I don’t know whats this Osama you mention.
Nor of the other words, I have any comprehension.
I am poor, I wish to eat, to kill my hunger.
Please bring me food, that will be my first order.”