Power
Power is weakness...
Power is meekness...
My hour your hour our hour...
How long it takes reason to flower...
Man move to and fro...
Knowledge increases galore...
What more ...
How many more...
Times move so slow...
In the groove what a show...
I write ... I can not stop ... I write...
They fight ... they can not cope ... I write...
I have seen it all...
What else is new in the mall...
To be the greatest of them all...
Really? I watch them fall...
I write...
I write...
I write...
(Biko Maximus Martini)
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