Power In the Wrong Hands

Accidental Poet

 

A child grows up

Always being told

He can do anything he wants

Taught to be so bold

 

Years pass as he grows older

His hand in daddy’s pocket

Getting whatever he wants

Daddy’s rich enough not to stop it

 

He cheats, lies and abuses

Feeding his childish ego

His wishes all granted

No one dares to say no

 

Power can be a dangerous thing

In the hands of an ego-maniac

The whole world his toy

With an unstable brain he lacks

 

He talks in circles

The ultimate narcissist

He’s the greatest he claims

Belief in him he insists

 

In life some things

Go hand in hand

And some things don’t… like

Power in the wrong hands

 

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  • Goldfinch60

    True words AP, why do those in power think that they are always right!

    Andy

    • Accidental Poet

      They are delusional Andy, thanks for reading. 🙄

    • orchidee

      Now, I dunno about Bank of Mum and Dad. But KP knows the Bank of Orchi! She visits it every day. lol.

      • Accidental Poet

        OK Orchi, here's what you do: put Monopoly money in your pocket and tell her to buy her Botox with that. 😁👍

      • Teddy.15

        If I didn't know you better I'd say this has trump written all over it. 🌹

        • Accidental Poet

          But Teddy, you do know me better. 😁👍

        • mvvenkataraman

          Power in the wrong hands leads to disaster,
          As was chosen a totally deadly monster,
          Too late as we appointed a wrong master,
          Catastrophe can be awaited damn faster !

          • Accidental Poet

            Thanks for reading and commenting mvvenkataraman. 👍

          • Tom Dylan

            Spot on, AP. Completely agree.

            • Accidental Poet

              Thank you Tom, glad you can agree. 😁👍

            • Bella Shepard

              This sounds an awful lot like someone I unfortunatley know. They spiral out of control because they are never able to walk it back, so habituated are they to a pattern of behavior, and it makes them totally pridictable. They cannot tolerate any form of criticism, so fragile is their ego that they must constantly reinforce, to themselves, how perfect they are. They were done no favors by being always indulged, it's made them morally weak and dangerous. You capture it all perfectly in this poem my friend, the wrong hands kill everything they touch. Bravo!!

              • Accidental Poet

                They make you feel like you want to put up a fence around yourself from them. And the worst part of it is they don't even realize they make you feel that way.



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