Power Poem by Chris Jibero

Power has the best odour
The most attractive perfume ever made
It is to man as nectar is to bees
Its colour most radiant and spread
Conspicuously for all to behold
And invite themselves to a banquet
Through one famous foot-beaten path
Thronged by all manner of people
With wares and services to market for profit
And without sales go into spending spree
From wretched wallets in gifts superfluous
Few in sincerity tested over time
Others in sycophantic greed to open
Adamant doors shut in their faces

Streams discharging into a sea
Making the rich richer and the poor poorer
A giver and taker of affluence
Entwined at par in romance with money
A path to speculated treasure land
Alas, how often the powerful soon forget
The time that preceded glory
And swim swiftly to the palace
Of baseless ephemeral glamour
That evaporates when power is lost
Leaving the powerful empty and dry.


(C) Chris Jibero.2010.