poems about power

Attack

Firing off a lie-filled attack
Via social media to
Protect the crooked
Benefactors who put her in office,
Defending abuses that
No one should justify
In the interest of giving
More power to the very entities
Destroying human beings.
Detention, incarceration, concentration,
Mean nothing to her,
Only perpetuating the deception
That keeps money flowing
To her and her cronies.

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Centuries

No one in this family
Ever asks anyone else
A question,
All they know how to do
Is talk at each other,
Professing to understand everything
Without possessing any information
Beyond their own
Narrow notions.
Should anyone speak up,
Share his or her own point of view,
Disrupt the centuries of
Toxic patterns,
They’ll be immediately
Ostracized.

Condition Worsening

His condition worsening,
He goes to the doctor and
Finds out about a
Drug that will help him
Feel better and that the
Pharmaceutical company has
Inflated the price of by
Five thousand percent for
His convenience and well-being.

Conformity

Prerequisites,
Restrictions,
Expectations,
Conformity.
Be like us,
Embrace our culture,
Don’t deviate from the norm,
Love all the same things,
Swear allegiance,
Adhere to the rules.
Destroy subversives,
Kill free thought,
Denigrate diversity,
Eradicate critical thinking.
A lovely stroll down
The primrose path to fascism.

Recognized

They got their first
Flushing toilet
(They formerly had to
Lug buckets of water
To the bathroom)
Such an accomplishment,
Proof of progress enjoyed
By a large family
Surviving on the income
From their small business.
Many years later,
The whole neighborhood
Is developed.
They have paved roads,
Mostly reliable electricity,
But they still remember
When they lived almost
As squatters in a
Brick structure they built
With their own hands,
And the day they were
Recognized as people.

Monotone

A dull monotone
Reciting rote stories
Of past glories,
Young men who
Made everyone proud
In the most superficial ways,
And all those who followed
Them unquestioningly.
Bored students staring into
The distance,
Force fed the same tired
Propaganda lines about
False courage,
Hollow achievement,
Maintaining the status quo,
Dreaming in black and white.

Superior

Words brandished to
Denigrate,
Castigate,
Eviscerate,
Leave for dead.
Worry not about
Lazy,
Flawed,
Common,
Not part of the clique,
Malcontents.
We made it because of
Our mettle,
Exceptional work ethic,
Intelligence.
They languish in dependent
Mediocrity,
No match for
Superior genes.

The Insecure Kid

He was the insecure kid,
The one who always craved
Attention but could never
Get enough to feel at peace,
A broken, fragile being
Who became a bully
To cover up the trauma,
His parents shouting at him,
Telling him he wasn’t good enough,
Demanding he toughen up,
The sting of judgment,
Absence of unconditional love,
Merciless indoctrination,
Monitored, managed, controlled,
Robbed of his trust and innocence,
Creating a wound he would
Never find the courage to heal.

Just as It Should Be

He sees them as inferior
Because, if they weren’t,
Then they would threaten
His power, status, dominance,
Supremacy.
It’s always been this way,
Him on top, them on the bottom,
Just as it should be,
No need to change things,
That would just make it
More difficult for him.