Domination.
Power.
Hard fought.
Brass
knuckles.
Stepping
over,
on.
Soul
sacrificing
subjugation.
Doing
what it
takes.
Power.
Self
indulgent.
Ends
justify.
Domination
of the
few.
Taking.
Terrarium
drama.
Just
hamsters
in the
wheel.
Cosmic
insignificance.
Momentary
grandeur.
Transitory
ecstasy.
Fleeting
echo.
Power
fades,
diminishes.
Ultimately,
merely
dust
in the
wind.
Long
forgotten.
Power.
To what
end?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'To what, end? ' Domination, enrichment, control! Liberty, not convenient to tose that control. Great truth and ugly reality in this great poem! Thank you.
Thank you Sandra👍🏼