The weak will follow when they can't succeed. Their thoughts are hollow, so the strong will lead. Decisions are made and loyalty will break. The truth will fade and friends become fake.
This is one of the first poems I've ever written, and it was for an 11th grade English assignment comparing Julius Caesar and Brutus. I used this piece as my attention getter in the intro. I feel as though it can be applied in some of the most complex and the simplest of situations.