We followed heroes
That weren’t,
They who sent boys
In their stead
To get burnt,
Maimed, lamed
Or wretchedly dead…
We follow cowards,
Who professed
To undo the mess,
Of affluent power
Held un-confessed,
Orchestrators
Of partisan-fests,
Only to find
They heroed us blind,
To pocket what’s yours
And what’s mine…
Yet we the naive
Follow heroes that aren’t,
Who cause us grieve,
The while charade
Fixing the morrows,
To incarnate their masquerade!