Life, a glittering casino
In an arid desert
When one wins
Hundreds bite the dust
Politics, the God of life
Demands great sacrifice
Claw your way to the pedestal
Become the high priest
Guillotine innocent lives
Fairness alien to life
Only ruthless survives
Your survival never cost anything
It was only minnows
They had no right to live
Power stronger than amphetamine
Life is on a perpetual high
Crowd hang on to every word you say
Swim in the rainbow of your pride
Nights of torment
Ghosts crowd your dreams
Trying to fend them off
Trying hard not to scream
Cold light of dawn
Your resolve returns
Nights are the only sacrifice you make
To busk in glory of power
In the morning Sun
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Author:
Rebellion In Sanity (Pseudonym) (
Online) - Published: December 22nd, 2024 06:00
- Comment from author about the poem: Politics begets power, and ..well..power always corrupts
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Comments1
Democracy, ain't it grand.
Super grand. Been in love with the politicians forever. Thank you very much for your time and support
It was worth it. Keep up the good work!
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