Faking It
Here he stands,
The conquereing hero,
Triumphant in his victory,
Returns to his home town,
Practically exhaling confidence.
The rewards;
Treasure, metallic in sight touch and taste.
Wine, Women, Song.
He is exalted.
A dark stillness enters the atmosphere,
And citizens once free to rejoice,
Instead return to fear and sorrow.
Their Champion, is not.
