In the corridors of power

Written by: bulinya martins

In the corridors of power
Even rats and flies have power
Every whisper, every murmur 
Carries a weighty and meaningful implications
Ladies and gentle men walk but betray
In dark corners they whisper
Busy bees after the scented flowers
Heartbroken, they slide and slip out in quietude
Like serpents driven by venom
They sit and wait for their victims