Our Leader
By: Andrea the Spikey Sithster
Like a child at a crosswalk
or a man on the bus,
our leader speaks of his God
as though he were us.
And we listen and nod
and profess no mistrust,
for unlike his metals
his faith never rusts.
His thirst for revenge
had evolved into lust,
and he's never quite sure
of just whom he can trust.
But we listen and nod
and we do what we must
to uphold the assigments
he's bestowed upon us.
With nary a word
or a whine or a fuss,
we continue our journey-
have pity on us.