The moth attracted to the flame
The people who “game” the game
For those oblivious to shame
Power
The cop who looks at all as “perp”
The oligarch weaned on usurp
From tyrannical to tiny twerp
Power
The man who chains and kicks his dog
The sadist grinning as he flogs
A mastodon ‘top squirming wog
Power
The husband who beats his wife
The hunter snuffing wide-eyed life
A tough guy with a six inch knife
Power
The landlord who hikes the rent
The gentry with all morals spent
For thugs applying “sinking” cement
Power
The boards, panels and commissions
The governing who know not contrition
In all climes and times ‘t is the condition
Power
The one who blithely breaks a heart
The gluttonous taking choicest part
Humankind’s addiction from the start
Power
The power to heal and create smile
Is oft’ exchanged for self-serving guile
And methinks it shall be quite awhile
Before time’s clock shall strike the hour
Of the altruistic flower…and man begins to sour
On…Power
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