Plutocrats meander, skulking the grounds, accumulating riches, releasing their hounds. Subjugate their vassals, ardent abuse, eliciting elation; masqueraded as meekness, denizens of a nation. Methodical planning, marionettes for the masters, pupeteers canvasing despair as alabaster. Archetypes and prototypes, molds for production; speeches and swellings, submissive eruptions. Hubris expectorates, contagious disease, nourishes the stout, blight in the breeze. Enmity fosters, nonetheless amity shown, pusillanimous mites, avariciously grown.  Brash and presumptuous, cancerous swarm, self- righteous and wicked, render causes forlorn.  Playing with lives as masters of chess, unbeknownst that the pawns meerly placate the behest. The gilded fungi valued more than a peasant, walk among  the poor as if to grace with their presence. The movement is building, some unwritten code, mutiny afoot, no words to forebode. Cavorting and reinforcing crooked precepts, surmising submission from the supposed inept. Spewing forth foam from an underground wave, patience, the time is coming, for that hour they save. Whispers and murmurs, swirl through the halls,  dwindling crowds at the grandiose balls. The air is tense, conversations terse, momentous the current, strengthened by verse. Blood bubbles as mercury, stirring the rush, aiming for pigeons in velvet, ah, so plush. Torches and slogans, forks and steel, rolling downhill, crimson the wheel. Allegiances forged, battle lines drawn, the beast is unleashed, disguised as the fawn. Heading for hills, sights set on the seas, dashing despondently, shrieking with pleas. Hazy first blush, smoke filled afternoons, immutable darkness, filling room after room. Plazas and palaces toppled and topped, hedges and fences, trampled and hopped. Panic sets in, you feel this as you repose, yet sigh no relief, for within you it grows. The groggy effects as you rise from your slumber, rattle your nerves as if walloped by lumber. The children still singing and dancing with glee, the garden still rosy, the proud pedigree. The lingering visions resound in your mind, the scales fall off, no longer blind. Revealed to you through a fairly common dream, finding your inner circle shares the same theme.  Coincidence would be one or two, such a massive trance, well then, it must be true.  Internal revolution across the land, the time has come to take your stand. Learn to love the best you can, for you’re one of us, you’re just a man.