Power
Where be thy strength, thy smear
Post
How be thy scent, thy stab
Here, said the Sage
Dream on
Power, and the day after be hell
Post, and the moon after be shell
No friends, no phones
No welcome, few goodbyes to smell
All waiting, most itching to tell
Then the spoils:
Care, courage or cant
All watching, most itching to search
And tomorrow?
You must wait
Time and others will tell
We should sympathise with men and women of post and position. The power of power is, as they say, intoxicating. Check at home, how the power game gets played; and how it finally plays out. Even parents, with all their love and best designs, loathe losing power! And so do siblings!!
Now, from Africa to Asia to Europe, political office holders are defying the rules, the people and posterity to hang on to power. And the world is revolting. Rightly so.
But, hey, have you seen an ex-this or ex-that recently? It can be tough. It seems the corn they planted in office be the maize they reap when out. So, if a leader sows the wind, mayn't they reap their whirlwind? Most oppositons will probably post them a political tsunami!!!
Yet, honour be honour. Leaders must leave. Or grieve.
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