Where is the man?

Where is the man we can rally behind,
The man who has courage to say the wrong thing
And guides us whatever the Furies may bring?

Who is the man who will rise to be King
And show the true path to the poor and the blind,
No matter how rocky or badly-defined?

What is a man who will speak his own mind
And cares not what stones his detractors may fling,
Maintaining a bird never flew on one wing?

Why must a man be afraid of the sting
That shoots when the planets are wrongly aligned,
When truth, like a length od string, starts to unwind?