The un-silent majority
Running through proverbial streets
With shouting, screaming, angry voices
Never questioning the validity of their cause.
Following their leader blindly
With arms raised and torches held high
Pitchforks and shovels poised
Going wherever the monsters are
Ready to kill, kill, kill.
Oblivious to all truth and consequence
Seeing only through their artificial rage
With eyes flashing and teeth gnashing
Believing whatever they were told
No matter who it was that told them.
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