We give too much credit to our leaders as followers cease to invest in themselves.
Old ways from dead days when kings and queens demanded fealty and soul for nothing more than slavery and soil.
And still we look for Kings and Queens and share the charade, placing them upon pedestals to piss on our parades.
And the umbrellas they sell us seldom deny us our watery eyes as we cry for the freedoms denied upon pedestals of pride.
And we build pedestals
And we build pride
And yellow rainbows we shall provide.