Ordinary men

Then you stare in to the blank,
And think you see far beyond the air;
While they dig treasures which sank,
And drown selves in its mystic glare;
Then you ride on the horse of condescend,
And plunder with a verbal war you wage;
While they demagogue and preach descent,
And turn the innocent to savage;
Then you wake up from dull slumber,
And find someone else in the mirror;
While they have driven us asunder,
And now you gear up to conquer
What is left of you within,
And what has escaped their reign in.