The fallen high.


Is power a maddening pill
Does it put a person off his head?
An uncomparable pleasure it gives
I heard when someone boastfully said.

It gives the authority to rule over others
And demean and ostracise.
It gives a bunch of illusionary feathers
On which they soar really high.

Is power an inherited blessing for some
That they flash and sway with pride?
Crushing the poor, manipulating the weak
Holding back their basic right to even survive.

It’s always  busy  in trying to derive
Peace from someones plight.
It anoints and feeds its huge ego
With darkness instead of light.

(c) Annadine Charles.


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