Down

Come, down Down into the dust Where slanderers are kings And lies are just as trustworthy As the truth And both are sought out They huddle in the dust Of your leadership The ashes of your ideas These are the people you try to rule What will you Promise them next? You could guarantee Almost anything But promise everything And still not be heard Do you think they listen to you? Hang onto your every word? You have been fooled By those you cheated Tell me, How does Drinking your own Failure suit you? And yet not even your failure Touches the crumbling ash-dirt It does not water the grim, Tiny, tasteless hopes That try to grow and are Eaten by the touch of sunlight They sit in the dust That will never bear fruit Do you understand them? Do you understand us? We, who laugh at your poor efforts But who stand behind you And would give our lives For what you were chosen to stand for We, who willingly criticize But turn on the outsiders That say the same? Do you notice the support? Or do you hear only mocking? Dare not trust our mouths But our actions We are in the dust But we trust the rain to come Will you trust us?