One Man

If one man runs
Another follows
And we are trapped
In a never-ending cycle
Cowards follow cowards
The heroic are mislead
The foolish are envied
All sense is abandoned
Infuriated we wait
Plotting and scorning
But in the end
We are no better
Than those whom we despise
Disgusting anger
And appalling hate
Eat away at iron resolve
And pride halts the progress
Of the masses that hold
The future
And the past
And everything in-between.