The master is standing at the podium,
anger and deception displayed on his face,
hypnotizing eyes taking in his sheep.
Their hands are reaching towards the sky,
rejoicing at the words being heard,
not listening to the true message,
only what the mind wishes to absorb.
The master knows he has them
at the beckon call of this finger tips.
Exploiting their years of anger
and the frustration of their fears.
The sheep hold hands to the chorus
of a song that they are not
listening to the words too.
They are only moving to the beat
that has no substance.
The master scans the room
with an internal smile.
He knows he has them all
and that they will aimlessly follow
as he leads the sheep
to the unexpected slaughter.
April 6, 2016
© Andrew Scott - Just a Maritime Boy 2016