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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=569398" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Power paves from cave to grave</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Man has paddled to the powerful and strong, <br>Worshipping what would not to his wish wield, <br>Commanding weak-kneed, committing all wrong, <br>E'er since the days of caves and battlefield, <br>Power from the days of cave, power to the grave, <br>Power in the name of principles to save. <br> <br>He that rises to heights of stratosphere, <br>He that holds power to heart's near and dear, <br>Afraid of honest peer, always in fear<br>Of losing power, scared that law may interfere, <br>Afraid, flow of power may interrupt, <br>To him does power conspire to corrupt.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And today stray caps in sarkari house, <br>Looking holy in chair, or harmless cows, <br>The polling polls once return them to rule, <br>Turn in to bull as crown's precious jewel, <br>The powerhouse ready power to disburse, <br>To nurse cronies from people's tax-paid purse. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Each power cap, a poisonous creature, <br>Each having an exaggerated view<br>Of his cap, that evaporates not unlike dew, <br>But grasping-to-the-grave as its feature, <br>Crying out still like starving babes— ‘give, give', <br>Like hungry maw it knows but to receive.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But we that glibly put power to hell-hands—<br>Hands alas of a power-hungry tyrant, <br>Ne'er once cavil that they've turned faceless friends <br>To people, nor are fair to trust ere lent, <br>Nor wonder why their face is now turned ‘way, <br>The face that had begged and beseeched one day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We that should know well democracy's staple: <br>Unbridled power we aught abolish; <br>In practice yet, we push up our own people, <br>So, long as power prevails, rulers and ruled<br>Shall ever be, so be the shahs, slavish, <br>Our own tools exploiting O the exploited fools! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">We too know well: power roots down from the mind, <br>Rooting humane, gentle virtue, scarce vice, <br>Greater the power, greater the grab we find; <br>The voter scarce bewares; power, a loaded dice, <br>Fails, as a diamond should dazzle, to strike <br>Beholders no less than holders alike! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dignifying the meanest of the means, <br>Magnifying whilst the midgets of smallish minds, <br>Deigning dignity to the contemptible scenes, <br>To exalted chair lowly that e'er winds, <br>If it can intoxicate best of hearts, <br>I shudder to think, what it can to warts.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Laws are oft laid power to perpetuate, <br>And in the statute lie on power's cue, <br>Let the civil acquiescing most not wait<br>To stall the slavery of week-kneed few; <br>Power per se seldom corrupts, I trust, <br>What does is her illegitimate child called lust.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Beware; power concedes naught without clamour, <br>It watches, if people submit to more, <br>To know what injustice and wrong to lever, <br>And would last till resisted, words or war; <br>Rare if wisdom with power marries so well, <br>For, their loyalty lasts but a short spell.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Beware O much-ruled man, the strong ne'er lust<br>For power, rooted ‘tis in the weak, unjust; <br>If human mind prone to pride is without, <br>O how much more would it with power's clout! <br>Man, a power-admiring vainest of toad, <br>A slave in mind, he loves a tyrant odd.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He is the power-providing ready plug, <br>The parent raising corruptible child, <br>Now bribing with sweet, now letting pass drug, <br>Under his cold nose are these habits piled; <br>He indulges till spread wide is the pestilence, <br>The child he's taxing his parent's patience.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Beware; a switch-less power be to a prince, <br>As wine and woman work as a red rag, <br>Bribe to a bureaucrat, for long, long since, <br>Avarice to old age, musk to the stag, <br>Vanity to vain, to greedy a gratis grant; <br>Ah, of all passions, lust of power is most fragrant. <br>_____________________________________________ ____ <br> - Satire | 03.05.11 |</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Aniruddha+Pathak">Aniruddha Pathak</a><div class=q>
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