What is power for?
A marker to clearly to distinguish oneself
From the weak?
A sword we wield to get our own way?
Or perhaps a tool we leverage
To create a personal paradise?
We spend our days in power struggles
Constantly wrestling for an upper hand,
Vying for votes,
Building walls and burning bridges –
But to what end?
Power for powers sake
Power is a potent drug.
Those of us who seek it out
Would do well to use it to cure some evil,
To turn good intentions into tangible realities
To be of service where service is needed,
Lest the drug merely leaves us intoxicated.
Surely power is wasted on the powerful
If they only expend it on themselves.