Thy Will Be Done...

He pressed his ear to the ground,
Listening for rumbles of discontent;
He was pleased by what he found,             
Just a handful trampling with intent.

As he stood, applause resumed,
He'd done what no predecessor had;
They'd feared getting doomed,
But, how could it ever be so bad?

He smirked, raised a toast,
Motioned for more bills to be got;
He'd soon have more to boast,
Would've done what none had thought.

He spoke to rebuke the press,
Knowing they would echo all he said;
They could do nothing less,
Unless they wished to not be read.

The cheer continued to be loud,
He was greeted like one with a wand;
They were of him so very proud,
Along with him, they'd stepped beyond.

But, then it suddenly turned,
Without a riot, a protest, or a vigil;
One by one they all learned,
They'd been held against their will.