
18/06/2025
THE HELPLESS POWER DRUNK
I remember this day a man so bloody a thug;
Who ruled that Land by being a man of the street.
Gradually, he held the rod of power in a tight hug
For years according to the laws of that Land.
He became a man of the underground
By influencing those who led on legal grounds.
He crawled into the assembly of rule makers
And got himself a powerful name among the leaders.
He got tired of being a Kingmaker,
And with his broom, he swept away the Umbrella and all,
To get the biggest Crown over all
With promises to bring the land into a grandeur.
But, lo; all seems to be blur and crashing;
Rats now chase Cats and Hunters are running.
Women have been crying about their boiled sons;
Will their voices ever be heard with actions as feedbacks?