Power is sweet
Power is discreet
Power can kill
An honest man for being so clean.
It is a means for fame
And a delicious deception
Which all and sundry venture
To come out with a sad reception.
To and fro it goes
From good man to bad
But only the bad ones win
Without approval of the masses.
The good doesn't last long
As they get eliminated
The bad stays for long
To suck the people dry.
The works of a good man are soon forgotten
But all ages shall remember the works of a bad leader.
It hides one's guilt and caprices
Making him a hypocrite
To be a light
When he is subsequently dark.
Everyone wants a taste of it
Blood is shed for it
No one cares for his brother
As long as they get that power.
- Tonia John
