Heads Will Roll

The people uproar
They die and kill for change,
He was dressed of murder
Questioned for being strange
Able to manipulate the madness
Of the impending doom he wore,
Tons of love upon arrival
Masses turn on you in unison
When running out of town tarred and Feathered
Heads spin in confusion,
Remembered for the beginning brilliance
Forgotten in failing success
Shout what have you done lately
Because no one here really seems impressed.
Spare the torches and pitch forks
By now he's digging out of buried oblivion
Of criticism and dagger in the heart words
Does it resonate to go quietly
Tucking tail into failures future,
Or surprise the people
Fighting till your death.