The Blessed Followers

They were on the front line
Of seeming success
On the well trodden path
With its straight lines
Neat joins and even edges

It was their front line
The safe well controlled
Carefully considered and
Politically correct position
They had been advised to take

Whose advice was it?
This is bitterly disputed
But it did come from someone
The seemingly successful
Giving freely for the taking

Dispelling few if any myths
Challenging very little indeed
Adhering firmly to their goal
The prize, nothing more
Selling souls for love

Faceless men and women
Summiting already conquered peaks
Assorted Sherpas heaving their loads
Followed by glorious selfies at the top
And acknowledgements in fine print