Dangerous Is Presence of the Feeling Called Power
Dangerous is presence of the feeling
called Power
The notorious fist that clenched the
sun
An abominable eye that bridled the
dark
The pride when blended with ego is
sour
And so dangerous is the presence of
the feeling called POWER
The gift of respect is wrapped with
fear
As the meagre mortal not accustom
to that touch
This simply classifies the Hut and
the tower
And so Dangerous is the presence of
the feeling called power!!
The dirt u dust beats the yellow
metal
Toadies besetting like the laughing
beasts
Affection denied, only lie left to
shower
And so Dangerous is the presence of
feeling called POWER
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