politics

It's a different sort of feeling,
Embarking on the hegemon's quest.
A man may struggle for power,
but he may never be the best.

Inculcation of insolence,
insinuation of need.
It's an indictment irrefutable,
of irredeemable greed.

And there is one thing above all others,
that governs the movements of man's stars,
the quest for power ends two ways,
on the throne or behind bars.

That's not to say that many others,
in limbo don't exist,
but they float between extremes,
and exhale wasted bliss.

The idea is so simple,
they've taken what is yours.
Your life, love, laughs and liberty,
are things the void adores.


Rebellion is too bloody,
subversion is too cheap.
Calm, vile, submission,
well that's just right.
continue to bleat like sheep.