Flocking the Fountain

A Poem by Sunshadow Coyote

Trust is like water, ever flowing in our mind

Even if it’s tainted, people will risk blood to find

That reassuring glance from the people heard on high,

That temporarily confirms the dreams of a lie.

Is that all it takes to control the thirsty masses?

Is the plastic covered amour protecting the day as it passes?

How different would the world be if that fountain turns to dust,

Would once best friends turn to each other in blood lust?

One thing I know for certain is those people heard on high,

The ones who are turned to by the immediate passerby.

Those are the ones who will sit and observe at the war struck land,

Chuckling at the people who now so easily drink from there crooked hand.

But the finale hope for man lies in the few wise in the dark,

For they will stand up proudly and yell “Hark!

Look at all you tricked, for the water was mud and silt,

Those of whom you trust are destroying what you built!”

Then the Wise will walk away, letting those who see follow,

And the duped and crooked sink in the mud and wallow,

The people who followed still drink more or less

But remember it is when you start to flock that will bring back the mess.

© 2012 Sunshadow Coyote

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Odayin

So much meaning trapped in between the lines on this one. You have quite the mind to journey the terrain you just did. I respect most of these lines and I'm impressed that you even kept a nice flow.
This poem is one that makes people think, more stuff like this and maybe we can end this madness we call life. I felt like I could really connect with this poem.
Excellent job, keep it up