Blinding Light

There is a great crowd reaching
                                        clamoring
                                                  searching in the dark

Needing enlightenment
    Grabbing hold onto anything that shines into their dim eyes

There is a great crowd prefering to lend out its' mind for
    someone else to think for them

This crowd finds comfort in words spoken with emphasis
      by great orators

Their ears used only to hear
  listening for them isn't a need

Sheep easily led to the slaughter

Be cautious of hands that pat weary heads

 the same hands that fill their own bellies before
   bed

Craving souls of those yearning to see

Blinded by the same light which seemed to be seen