Domination.
Power.
Hard fought.
Brass
knuckles.
Stepping
over,
on.
Soul
sacrificing
subjugation.
Doing
what it
takes.
Power.
Self
indulgent.
Ends
justify.
Domination
of the
few.
Taking.
Terrarium
drama.
Just
hamsters
in the
wheel.
Cosmic
insignificance.
Momentary
grandeur.
Transitory
ecstasy.
Fleeting
echo.
Power
fades,
diminishes.
Ultimately,
merely
dust
in the
wind.
Long
forgotten.
Power.
To what
end?
-
Author:
John Prophet (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: November 16th, 2022 07:44
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 12
Offline)
Comments1
To get things for themselves and not care about anybody else.
Andy
Yup, so true. Thanks for reading Andy.
JP
To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.