a face in the crowd

the next tyrant to beat all tyrants is another
face in the crowd
s/he is the product of all the mutual ignorance & human stupidity
waiting
like a ticking bomb
with the rage of a thousand bloody battles roaring through the
bloodstream
impossible to find &
impossible to tame,
impossible to negotiate with &
impossible to stop.

s/he acts quietly, silently, underneath the radar,
with all of the time in the world.

s/he sings a song that we all can hear.

s/he desires nothing but destruction & is bent on oblivion.

s/he walks with a pure, unadulterated justice, which knows no
popularity contests,
upon who no one’s looks, intelligence, wit or finance can
bribe.

embedded in the mirrored reflection,
s/he is amongst the crowd of selves within,
destined to obliterate even
you &
the time left curls up
as a wick
with both ends
burning.