[Bunch of Lines. Not Poetry]
I am he who makes fewer men show,
he who makes some men see others as low.
I walk with pride eating deep but slow,
I corrupt absolutely.
If uncontrolled I would melt one’s conscience like snow.
Power makes a man bow to his heels.
Though it tastes nice if you bend
You would ride steadily on its back
if you know how to wheel the cart. Many women will crawl beneath your
if you wield it’s staff.
Power controls it all, even money does its bidding.
Power destroys it all…
especially when one cannot control its bringing.
© Adinoyi Julius 2016
Adinoyi Julius is a rising voice in the Nigerian poetry scene. A
selfless and gifted youth leader; he is a proud son of the Ebira
kingdom. He writes from Kogi state. Nigeria.