Foundling Father?

Your promise of a better tomorrow
Is today's sorrow.
Remember what your started,
What you completed,
What you scattered.
Promises of a brighter future,
With you at the helm.

You set if off,
Became more and more confusing,
You set yourself apart
And lost touch with the masses
You swore to protect.
No longer ours, you were,
Everyone's, you were.
Our envy knew no bounds.
Dreams were no longer ours,
We lost touch with your dreams, our dreams.
Away with you!

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So when you begged to come back,

We laughed at you,

And mocked you.

Not knowing we were dancing,

To a tune no longer yours.

A different sound

Belonging to other puppet masters,
Who expose you as a grand puppeteer,

Hiding the swings to which we dance.

So at this point of no return
We reminisce what we lost.
The people we are,
The person we lost.
We imagine the future as you envisioned
And go forward in many directions,

Looking back