The Sorcerer of the Moment

He takes the largest ladle he can find And stirs them around and around clunking their heads together Scrambling their brains, Making them angry And he laughs He is the sorcerer of the moment popular with his followers who revere him because of the fear that if they do not he will turn and they will become the sorrowful, the left behind, the unchosen ones He throws in dashes of anger and dollops of grief He is the master of manipulation, There is no escape Others have tried to get close enough to toss in enthusiasm, love and hope. But alas, he is stronger because of the numbers who chase him, trying to be the chosen one. He spits into the fray, frightening them just a tiny bit more.