The power makes you
a king of all world
an emperor par excellence
wealthiest man across
as power could buy
many things wholesome
wealth and wealth
strength and strength
keeping you flying in the air
and floating over water
in a grand
never walking on the land.
It could also mar you
making you power drunk
a power maniac
sucking the blood
of others like a parasite
making them cry and wail
instil an arrogance and
develop an authority
carrying on illegal
and illicit transactions in a row
in a round, wide and narrow

One reply on “Sonnet On Power.”
Power is a narcotic drug…which many cannot stop obtaining.