another untitled poem…written in 2002. Some lines are crossed out…so I’m going to try guess what poem should be…

Power corrupts

playing tricks on the mind 

Vying with the divine 

To dominate its kind

Drunk on its cause

Inebriated with farce 

Leaving trails of hope dashed

Power ignites 

The will to fight

Sever the hold 

On our fold once close 

As we stand against the world

Power deceives

With little reprieve 

Powerless we stand 

Without a gang 

No applause, no fans

November 2002 copyright reserved 

Too tired to comment on whatever my 2002 ‘self’ was thinking when writing this poem…(i want to rest…long day)