A wave, or a pattern?
Behavior that's craven
A savior to bath us in praise
Or to cave in?

To whisper the sins of the guilty is useless
Vengeful but toothless
And nothing but ruthless

So who's this that stands
In the shadow of sorrow?
In glass architecture
Of pointless conjecture
And throws today's stones at tomorrow

The people
The masses
The mobs and the droolers

They throb in the face
Of their enemies base
And shake broken sticks
At their rulers

But end of the day
The quiet holds sway
The marchers hold vigils
While the powerless pray

For a day when the predators
Devour their sedatives
And the suffering just fades away