Cresting Wave

He decide the future was in his hands.
Elevating annoyance to fresh levels of disgust!
Hand picked by those loyal to falsehoods,
And rusting myths...
He insisted his vision would lift them to greatness.
To rule a world directed by his commanding insight!
Was he right?
Or were they all to scatter like frightened mice?
These episodes finally come to a close...
Exposing a greed that reveals insanity.
As those who chose to ride high on a cresting wave...
Come to realize,
This adventure is about to end with them...
Prepared to celebrate alone,
In isolation.
Without a dropp of champagne to quench their thirst!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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