• Crowded masses
    Jumbled classes
    Yearning hearts for substance seek
    Donning now his own great peril
    Slowly he does stand to speak
    Fanning words to flame the people
    Testing hearts and trying minds
    Challenging our thoughts and precepts
    Shattering well founded lives
    Sowing words of provocation
    Adding some to calm them down
    In a breath he calls forth anger
    With a word wraps mercy round
    prodding hopes and pushing worries
    Playing fears out loud and long
    Filling all the empty people
    With his spoken siren's song