Anti-Power

The strong are always to blame for the powerless: The rulers come up with the best of intent It doesn’t take efforts to overpower us Having police and stern judges at hand Once deemed as the victims of a failed state We turned up to convicts for waging a war Though war is not ours to make, its too late Our explanations won’t work anymore The world is in full right to its imperfections It uses quite often this right to impose Further restrictions, in spite of objections Why should it happen this way, no one knows Proficient philos deny a free will Well concealed apophatic god makes a call: Some live in peace, some are destined to kill Some are claimed guilty for nothing at all Servants of power, warriors of cancelling Criminalize me as much as you can Ban all my cards, stop me from travelling Save from my coming your prosperous land According to the conservation of matter I’m your anti-power, with all that implies In your fictional wholeness I’m one of the shatters Living one of those many fragmentary lives.