Man's will

Let me look after my land, by my River.
I’ll look down from my mound
Let me roam my eternal throne
Me and my collective
I promise to be selective.
Wizard high know my name
Judges dare not judge me
For I am the will of man,
power in all its form.
Peace is blue we need you too.
Black and grey return one day,
from sand born into foreign land.
Reset, be set ever only let.
This has been the way
from the very first day
Animal or creator, this is your choice
If you can’t fit in
then be cast out to pasture.
Find your centre, be good at your craft
Don’t look daft, find your calling
Demand your quarter, but always provide.