By Andrew R. Duckworth
Power hooks the mouth
And it reels you in,
Gets you drunk
And when you wake up,
You stand in line again.
It’s a diamond to the eyes
So it comes as no surprise
That when you get the power
You build your tower
And feel you’ve won your prize.
It poisons like a drug,
You get a little then need a lot
And as much as you lie
And try to deny
Your decisions can be bought.
And you give it all away,
A little each passing day.
No care for the blow
Towards those below
If on top of them you stay.
Poetry of Andrew Ryan Duckworth 