All it took for the masses to fall is
The relatable context one seems to run for in this vast world
It was the trap of the simple
They were innocent and soft like a newborn lamb for slaughter
They were taught how to please and be attention seekers
As they began an alchemy quest for their rulers’ ultimate befriendment
They were played
They were caught
And they fought and fought for survival
It was for loyalty; based on a fib because as feeble lies
Land on weak backs it soon brings attention to the young lambs
Who once sat among Jesus
As I tell you the ultimate goal will never end as there is no pleasure in the dead.
Urban Dandy London 
Great poem Indi….