The Crowd's Lauded Hero - A social commentary in Iambic Pentameter

Is this the man that launched that bold campaign?
To fight for loyalty, honor, justice plain?
Like Tully glib, like Cato firm and wise,
A saintly man, his eyes ‘ere on the skies.
As Paris pined for Helen, Senator, pure,
Beatific visions will our yearnings cure.
O Prophet Hero, show yourself and lead,
This guideless mob is witless, lost, in need.
Why did our founders give us rights to choose?
However dear, Freedom is easily abused.
The choices of the wicked now in mass,
Are disapproved within His righteous class.
Each choice, each risk, receives the just black ball,
Of those who know the “needs of all.”
The good of all informs how policy shapes,
So they might curb all those ambitious jack-a-napes.
If any group should suffer, they’re up in arms,
With acceptable cost, the one is prone to harm.