The Reasonable Man
People like you burn martyrs at the stake.
You hear them scream, inhale the putrid stench
Of justice being done. The righteous make
Their stand, while you watch seated from the bench.
People like you sit blindly at the front,
While shadowed souls in rows are parked behind.
Should one resist your rules, they'll bear the brunt
Of filth that filters through your stolid mind.