Empty Shells, Shallow Pools

Empty shells and shallow pools
A grand parade of many fools
Unknown to them the name is made
A label on the masquerade

So proud they sit upon their thrones
Of tiny sticks and fragile stones
And fitting seems the sobriquet
Placed neatly on the fancy play

But then in time things come to light
Changed from conclusions at first sight
The hidden depths now loudly ring
And echo as the secrets sing

Then does the fitting of the name
Look ill and wrought by one insane
He truly is the chief of fools
Who calls them empty shells and shallow pools.