His Legion Marches

The unreasoned voice of reason/ The cold, calculating pretense of rationality/ Leading exuberant irrational masses in their hysteria for the One/ Yes we can/ His cult who do not give too much thought to playing the largest game of follow the Leader/ Who is never possessed of self-doubt/ And never loses Himself in self-reflection as He leads the chant-Yes we can... yes we can... yes we can/ Never lost in the paralysis of analysis/ Unthinking-they are in lockstep/ The unison of destruction of patrimony, of prosperity/ Of the millions who do not ponder much or often or read too many books/ The same types who under other circumstances burn scores of volumes-any tome that questions rigid patterns/ Uniformity, compliance, oh the sheep are marching to trample on our rights/ To the rhythm of yes we can...yes we can...yes we can