Power
Based on delusions,
Some people’s conclusions
Absolve them of guilt or of blame
And oozing effusions,
At times in profusions,
Make power the name of the game.
And when those wielding power
Cause others to cower,
There’s less of a chance to reclaim
What once bloomed like a flower
But dims by the hour
As democracy withers in shame.
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