The Pied Piper

Who is this man standing before them?

"Come to me, little people, come gather 'bout"

No name is given of the man so bold in his request.

Slowly they draw closer, warily they gather round.

 

Random words begin spilling from his lips,

Forming verses flowing into beautiful, melodic song.

"Follow me to hope. Follow me to love.

Follow me and together we'll right the old wrongs."

 

Appeased masses swaying to the sound,

Begin giving in to the rhythm of the beat,

Minds trapped in their perpetual bliss,

Follow blindly where the Pied Piper leads.