POWER HUNGER

Folder: 
2001 Poetry

The distinctive texture of this creature

  are the eyes that see through a man's anxiety

Clad in deception, he poses unsoiled intention

Beware of his smile surely to bedazzle

  ignuramus that scatter in every corner



An idol sheperd in a flock of good ones

Loves to grandstand in a podium to get everyone

All his phrases of enumerated fulfillment

  heeded and applauded in the tenet of his truthfulness

  blindly following all his whims

Careless about the deep-rooted intents

That is waiting to be accomplished in the end



Everyone stand on guard!

Be very vigilant like a real vanguard

Legions of his kind are everywhere you go

Do not be fooled by the glitter of his babble

  as he really mastered the arts of maneuver

  for what good are the beauty of the surface

  and cerebral head if it can't lure a fleet of big heads?

View pangan_l_l's Full Portfolio