Songs Without Music 2

The podium stands tall
the center
the symbol
of all the peasants' decisiveness.

Bowing before the Judge,
waiting on conjecture from a holy tongue,
the high rise of wait
to the slow fall to contemplate certain indecision.

"Choices can't count if there's no rational
basis in what they're actually about."

The crowds yammer on and on
but the prostrating cries from withered tired lungs
aren't enough of a Battle Shout
so much as they are a words to a silly little song.

So they lie in wait
the Magistrate's decision,
the outcome they seek,
serves only to decide
their feeble fate.