There are two levels of life where power and greed fails to see poverty and need. We should ask where the true power is and how the delicate can be strong.


The Dictator



I am the great one
I am the last king
I can make you die

I am the small one
I have nothing to bring
I can make you cry

With my power I am strong
I stand over the nation
I command the land

I am small but I belong
I am my mother's celebration
I am joy in her hand

I see glory and wealth
I will take with my gun
I shall be the new king of Earth

You have stolen my health
You have burned away fun
You have strangled our birth




Poetry by Adrian Wood
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Written on 2012-02-06 at 20:08

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