poems about power

The Best They Can Do

Out of all the choices
Available to them,
This being a country
Where people actually
Have that luxury,
They decide that hurting
Human beings is
The best they can do,
As if someone told them
That the world is a
Horrible, dark place
Where others are
Out to get you unless you
Destroy them first.


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Favor

You can’t build a thriving,
Egalitarian, democratic society
If you set it up to favor
Only one group at the expense of
All others. Once you’ve given
Every advantage to one segment of
The population, it’s disingenuous
To purport that, because one or two
Of the non-chosen ones succeed,
Equal opportunity actually exists;
Those are the exceptions to the
System you’ve created to make sure
Only certain people prosper.

Seduced

Seduced by its
Enticing allure,
He’ll go to any length
To possess it,
Feel it permeate his being,
Cradle him in the comfort of
Knowing he’s above others,
Holding their fate in his hands,
Able to extinguish their lives
If he wishes – mesmerizing,
Intoxicating, dehumanizing.

Commonplace

So, it happens again,
And again, and another
Time, the unthinkable
Becoming commonplace.
Platitudes will be
Uttered half-heartedly,
Betraying the truth.
They’ll do nothing
To protect us,
The all-powerful dollar
Feeds their all-consuming
Lust for power.

At the Bottom

Keeping women down,
They call it tradition.

Telling them what to do
With their bodies.

Condemning them to
Second-class status.

Piety used as an
Excuse to subjugate.

If they’re on top then
Someone’s at the bottom.

Change the Argument

I have the misfortune of
Watching a video of him
Giving a talk to an approving
Audience where he smugly
Suggests that there is
Nothing more to destroying a
Caring individual than to
Change the argument,
Cast the kind person as evil,
And then ride in to save
The day with shockingly
Simplistic and disingenuous
Schemes that hurt people.

Paupers

I guess it must be
Written somewhere that
We shouldn’t take care
Of those less fortunate
Than us, that we should
Make paupers suffer
Because, after all,
They’re just lazy and
Deserve to live in squalor
While all the resources are
diverted to the ruling class.

Every Action

Every action directed at
Undermining vital institutions,
Weakening structures
That support the vulnerable,
Propelling a heartless agenda
Condemning the disadvantaged to
Perpetual suffering,
Feigning a smile while
Dismantling democracy,
The aristocracy ruthlessly
Asserts itself, yet again.

Satisfy

Unwavering fealty to
The group, the greater
Good left behind in
Favor of a narrow agenda
Benefiting only a few
At the highest end of
The scale, preferential
Treatment for those who
Already enjoy all the perks,
Long rows of identical
Drones marching in formation,
Obliterating everything
In their path to
Satisfy a pathological
Compulsion for power.