starve the beast

“Starve the beast!’ the masses cried
“Starve the evil doers and may they wither and die!”
Though the beast was in their heads mattered not
The beast was a shadow from a seed
Planted by those who wished to prove
The beast was real

So they poked at the imaginary thing
Made it bleed, so they thought
Bound its feet and its hands
And then pointed and screamed aloud
At its grotesque form
A form they created

“Starve the beast!” the cry goes on
And from the shadow come the chuckles
Of those who planted the seed