When Evil Reigns

Very thought
Of being at top
With it brought
Images fraught
With death of sorts

On the barren tree
Ropes tied
To direct the fall
Perched
With axe in hand
Strikes
And strikes with force
Till it parts

Fool
Fool with axe
Embraced in my lap
Listens to dictates
Of those on land
Gives me a blow
In all humility
For next I restore

Does he know
A single jerk
And blows will blow no more.

poem by Sanjay Mehta
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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