Lo and behold the ugly face of power to stop
Might to say no, wisdom to refuse, wit to not hope
The innate ability held within yet tempted to grope
Enticement in excitement to touch the nudity of mope
The tremendous force to set things right and smooth
And the ferocious desire of losing in ecstasy of doom
Behind the mask of insanity to proceed in waning gloom
Beyond the horizon of truth, reality, seed and the womb
The two faced being dwelling in the veins of the man
Whispers in the ear his decision the plan to clamp
The master of slave timidly obeys, a fact mildly amusing
Apprehension of losing, fear of denying in pretty beguiling
Will it ever dawn on man who holds the whip of power?
Disturbing and macabre as it sounds is it too sour?
The fine line between lingering and loitering is to say stop
Hold the hand out and scream out loud, see the difference for once
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