Jonathan Dufour

The man he tries to stop the tears

Stop our madness, sedate our fears.

But what do we fear? And what do we loath?

The fact that we fear what he won't let us know.

The man he lies but not by choice,

These are his orders, its not his voice,

His boss is the one that's more disastrous,

The harm that he causes is a single facit,

So much for the golden age,

When leaders were chosen by holy sages,

Chosen to command for the good of the people,

To aid his kingdom when raided by evil,

The man he's blind he can't see truth,

He shattered his pupils to save his soul,

Can't see straight, can't speak his mind,

Sentenced to the depths until he served his time