Fauns (Don't they know?)

Always they fawn to him:
Don’t they know
They’re just pawns to him?

They bow and kowtow:
Don’t they realise
He marks them lowbrow?

They lap up his words:
Don’t they know
They’re all tapeworms?

They seek power and mirth:
Don’t they realise
He’s taking them to the Underearth?

Of course not ,
They are fawntastic fools,
Who do not know that
They’re their master’s tools.

And yet..

With this dissenting voice:
Don’t I know
I gave him no choice?

That with it I sealed my fate:
Don’t I realise 
My head’s on a plate?