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.
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