The Gods are before us,
our vision is smeared by power.
We hear their thund’rous call as
power is bombarded upon the senses.

They are the leaders to be seen,
the leaders to be heard, they are
those of and for promises of life.

They define our lives, the lives of our
children, wearing jeans and power ties.

But everybody shits.

© Blake Leitch October 19, 2012