The will for power is a paradox –
some lie n’ cheat to win
others risk life to unmask its pranks
its twists and turns bring out
the basest and the best in us.
Zealous is the scheme for power, yet a paradox –
its reign whizzes by frighteningly fast
nothing is assured; in this romance of the Beast,
but long n’ hash are the days of the oppressed
accustomed to its irony, they jeer n’ cheer.
The grab for power is a paradox –
it rarely ends up in the hands
of those who ignite a revolt or even
in the axilla of those who further it; a Crown finds
he whom the ‘Ruler of this World’ has ordained.
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