There’s the few and the disgusted

There’s the few and the frustrated

There’s the few and the disgruntled

The preponderance of greatness is dissipating like a fog

Amongst the true believers and pursuers of the torch

Hiding in the shadows, gagged and tied and helpless

There’s the lot and the ambitious

There’s the lot and ostentatious

There’s the lot and the insidious

The preponderance of ignorance, mutating like bugs

Amongst the new believers and contradictions of the truth

Roaming and relentless, Uninhibited and boundless.