There he sits
The end of the long table
The leader of the pack
Except there is no pack
For no one trusts him
But does he know that?
There he talks
Each word perfection
That sways hearts
But his tongue betrays himself
Of deceit and suspicion
Of memorable recognition
There he persuades
The people to join his plan
Is it a cause of rebellion
Or a ploy for revenge?
There he observes
Merciless, heartless
‘You’re either with me or against’
He says, through his eyes.
What if I’m neither?
