They grasp,
They grab,
They scramble,
They scurry.
The more they have,
The more they want,
The closer they are,
The closer they want to be.
They are the servants' of the people,
Just slaves to their own desire,
Fighting for what is right,
But the wrong person's definition.
The people they serve,
The very real concerns,
The very hard working folk,
The least of their worries.
The people could stand up,
The people could be counted,
The same people who put them there,
These people need someone new.
Because Ultimately,
Power seduces,
Power corrupts,
Power drowns,
And, Power Wains.
By Martin Nelson
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