Hiram Scates

I tried to win the nomination         For president of the County-board         And I made speeches all over the County         Denouncing Solomon Purple, my rival,         As an enemy of the people,         In league with the master-foes of man.         Young idealists, broken warriors,         Hobbling on one crutch of hope,         Souls that stake their all on the truth,         Losers of worlds at heaven's bidding,         Flocked about me and followed my voice         As the savior of the County.         But Solomon won the nomination;         And then I faced about,         And rallied my followers to his standard,         And made him victor, made him King         Of the Golden Mountain with the door         Which closed on my heels just as I entered,         Flattered by Solomon's invitation,         To be the County - board's secretary.         And out in the cold stood all my followers:         Young idealists, broken warriors         Hobbling on one crutch of hope -         Souls that staked their all on the truth,         Losers of worlds at heaven's bidding,         Watching the Devil kick the Millennium         Over the Golden Mountain.