Sylvia Chidi

(Germany)

Power is?


Power is love and strength
Showered on others at any length

Power is a woman
Standing delicately like a flower

Power is intelligence
Without pretence that is so intense

Power is knowledge
We all acknowledge
As politicians take the oath and pledge

Along comes the usual greed
With the desire to feed
On weaknesses with speed
So careful, take heed!
Before you dry up and bleed

Power knows no friends
Powers shows and sends
A message of uneven ends

Power is spoken words
When battles and wars are won
Without the need of the gun

Power is the human touch
That soothes the heart so much
While we observe, stand and watch

But on the whole
Power is control
Its one and only ultimate goal!

Submitted: Thursday, July 20, 2006
Edited: Tuesday, August 17, 2010

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