Following Blind
Ever watch a flock of sheep? Their brains don't really work
no matter what the first one does, they follow, it's a quirk
He doesn't see the wolf ahead, he walks into the trap
now the next sheep in the line, takes over and that's that
Just like people, followers, of anyone that leads
doesn't matter what the path, they've now become the seeds
They'll grow (not prosper) in their roles, as followers at best
won't question whether something's good, they follow all the rest
Even when the path turns sour, they do not hesitate
they'll stay among that flock of sheep, until it is too late
Then one day they fall asleep, and wake up, left behind
look around at what they've done, by following so blind
Make excuses for their actions, no feelings of remorse
see if they can shift the blame, on someone else of course
They listened to the double talk, (our Leaders twisted lies)
America on downward slide, right before their eyes
Somewhere deep inside they know, the man that they admired
with "Silver tongue", (he's taken them) they know what has transpired.
Pete Yuhas
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