Pete Burgess Poems
All through history, those with power have abused it.
They’re ruthless, thrashing all enemies aside in their endless crime.
Blood is spilt and drunk like wine in celebration.
People are dying, angels are crying. We’re running out of time.
Time to defeat our own desires,
Time to douse these raging fires
Of hate and lust for power.
We all have weaknesses and faults,
We lock up secrets in the vaults
Of our souls. We say one thing and mean another,
We love our enemy and despise our brother
And in the end will do anything for power.
Maybe I’m a ...