The Leader and the Crowd

The leader led the masses down,

The streets of furious rage,

All he thought about was his crown,

And his name across the age,

The babies howled and the mothers wailed,

At this societal disgrace,

Too portent, the fever that still ailed,

Showing up on every face,

Too many, the weapons to be unhanded,

Too wild, the raging fire,

"If I stop them now," was the thought he landed,

"I'll surely face their ire."

So the flesh was burnt, so the blood was spilled,

For no way back was ever found,

And when the tempers were finally stilled,

His disgraced name on the age did sound.