Fleeting Power
Look who is trembling in the corner, helpless
As a dog that has lost its fearful bark and bite;
Man of the moment he used to be, merciless,
Endlessly going after perceived rivals in sight.
Driven by greed for power and devoid of civility,
Undoing old statutes to fit his crazed ideology,
Cast from the throne, a sorry image of a man,
King of the hill, king of clowns, is now all done.
Copyright © Wilfredo Derequito | Year Posted 2007
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