When I was lost amongst the reeds
With mud between my toes
I saw before me that which feeds
The world’s most troubling woes

It took the form of a man bright
With words as fine as silk
Whose power lay in verbal might
To lead those of his ilk

But there amongst the reeds I saw
His feet were muddy too
And his facade for me did thaw
Revealing what was true:

His pow’r was false, his words a trick
Aimed t’ward some lesser mind
His muddy feet were poised to kick
People not of his kind