Abusive Power
Behind the door that closes lives a world full of lies
Where every sunny day rains only dry empty skies
God always answers with sincere nothing in replies
Within the rooms of locked doors the soul slowly dies
Tempting almost glamorous feeding on the weak
Soon to be so wrapped up and scared to even speak
Turning all into servants timid, mindful, and meek
Now left holding life without a paddle up creek
Terrifying the net that they have covering far and wide
Bewildered, scared, or even dead all access is denied
A false sense of entitlement and a fake ass sort of pride
Abusive power at it's best playing the fence on both sides
bmdavey@03/22/18
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