Deperate Crowd

Crowds that were desperate to believe what was said, Discarded reality of “now”, Enabled the fiction of a fantastic comedy, To become a great tragedy about, What once was a great and fair for the all, Turned into a fight, with a lie, about fame, How all that was grown was destroyed with a tweet, All for the sake of his name, But the crowds still devoured all that was false, Believing absurd, unreal and insane, While all that was healthy, right and valued, Was derided again and again, Until, in the end, after hate had taken over, When all that was good became dirt, The crowd was left feeling alone and empty, Human rights had become spite, vile and hurt