March of the Believers

By Cliff Lake

 

March of the Believers

 

I saw some people over there

Moving fast to a nowhere

Filled with tales, the latest scare

No time was left them to prepare

 

For the unnamed calamities

That surely meant fatalities

So they ran from the vague specter

Seeking safety, a protector

 

At last finding what they would seek

A man who of more threats did shriek

He promised he was the only one

Could save them from the tales he spun

 

What was required was they not question

The exorbitant value of his protection

And of course, their contribution

Lest they test the retribution

 

Of their fellows gathered there

So pony up and have a care

To this mission their fealty swear

Because the enemy is somewhere

 

So they gathered in their number

With fear and hate disturbing slumber

Until their minds were hollowed out

Until they were made most devout

 

And set upon a reddened path

Strewn with lies and fear and wrath

To bolster the claims of cheats and liars

Who lived to sate their base desires

 

Who scoffed at their own infamy

And cared not one whit for you or me

But reveled in their hot corruption

‘Though it means this worlds destruction

 

I saw some people over there

Whose sense of decency was now impaired

I wondered how they came to be

Why so eager to bend the knee

 

Some live beneath a shallow sky

They do not see beyond their eyes

They fear to grow so overbold

Deciding’s easier when you’re told

 

Cliff Lake 8/25/2022

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Location: 1100 S Ocean Blvd, Palm Beach, FL 33480, USA

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