Have you ever wandered a bout a whirled where brutishness is rewarded and kindness forsaken?
Genuflecting On: Power
Demagogues and brutes
Are marred to espouse
Moral gravity
A moral farce
A raze to the bottom
The principle of simpletons
That is
Easier to destroy than build
Unless it’s their own
Then it’s awe about billed
And such power brandish
The might of hostage taking
Where the only soul peeping
Is to aggrandize terror eyes
Their only exorcise is ransom
In habiting bottomless pits
True moral power
Works in efface of such entropy and decadence
Laboring to give berth
To anew world
Lifting up what is
Lo
Besting every lessen
An undying invitation
Every our second to none
No’ing know limits
Every border a guest
Oddly even
When awe hail brakes lose
A veritable symphony
A mist cacophony
Won man’s remains
Is an other man’s garden
A deferent kind
Of winned
Like breath
Into whatever thou dust
