Human follies
some Hordes are
incapable of reasoning
give simpletons a mantra
and they will sing it all day long
read the dumb a bard's prose and see
they will recite it without rhyme or reason
point out a crooked path to the village imbeciles
and in irreverent haste they will walk it in tasteless ease

For it is such that most are cultivated to be ordered and led
bending in winds like rows of wheats on bedded soil
in unison with ears attuned to whispering gusts
of like grains and soil know and do nowt
'cept do and dance like other reeds
to the blowing air commands
of unseen shaping swirls
its in their nature
from their time
in Nature