All my life I searched for someone to follow,
Which left me feeling a bit hollow.
I long searched for a leader,
One who will not throw away life that is eager,
But like ever-growing weeds,
Those who know of me, will change their creeds,
And they will give me a taste of power,
Then my ****** mind will be overpowered.
Sooner or later, a partisan I will become,
A small token, ready to be thrown,
At a poker table of those with power,
Am I brave, or am I a coward?
I share no such ideal,
Nor any desire of power.
As long as wine will be made,
And I have a mouth to drink it,
I want to listen to the birds sing,
And observe as the world is baptized in fire.
A poem about false creeds and false leaders.