Many Choices
Of the many
Choices available
To them, they revere
The ones that will
Cause unthinkable
Devastation to an
Unfathomable number of
Vulnerable people,
Just one of the
Benefits of never having
To think about anyone
But yourself.
Of the many
Choices available
To them, they revere
The ones that will
Cause unthinkable
Devastation to an
Unfathomable number of
Vulnerable people,
Just one of the
Benefits of never having
To think about anyone
But yourself.
It’s painfully clear
That everything
We thought would
Happen will,
Depravity having
Its moment on stage,
Plunging
All else
Into darkness.
It doesn’t really
Matter to them
What they say or do
As long as it forces
The desired result,
Kindness and compassion
Are not even part of
The deliberative process,
Only calculations to
Grab and retain power.
The world is the way
It is because certain
People endow themselves
With the power to decide
How everything is structured,
And they predictably
Stack the deck to make sure
Only a chosen few at the top
Are well taken care of
While everyone else has to
Fight for the scraps while
Extolling the virtues of
Those who hold the strings.
The only thing
That satisfies them is
Power for its own sake.
No thoughts of
Helping anyone or
Building a better world.
Absolute selfishness,
Regard only for
Their own cravings.
The thoughts and
Actions of
The shattered.
An old man sits
On a bench reading
His usual newspaper,
The one that still
Somewhat reports on
Reality. He’s seen
All of this before,
The hubris, zealotry,
Heartlessness. It
Didn’t end well then,
He hopes it doesn’t
Go that far this time.
They take care
Of their own,
And only their own.
They’ll do anything
To protect
Their power.
Destroy people, a nation,
No problem,
Pain personified.
So hard to be nice,
At least it
Seems that way to them,
Perhaps because
No one was there
To demonstrate,
Maybe because
They refuse to heal.
So, might as well
Bring everyone
Down with them.
It doesn’t take much
To usher in the tyrant,
Just some people who
Don’t see him coming
Because of something
Inside them and who
Invite him to grab the
Whole country in his
Greedy arms, breathing
Heavily with the lust for
Power, importance.
It’ll be his personal
Plaything, one he’ll enjoy
But quickly become bored with
And cast away like all
The other things that
Didn’t bring him joy.