The Power Poem by Vera Sidhwa
The Power
The Power worked itself in the universe.
It roiled up the other smaller powers,
And swirled them around the world.
This world that needed power.
I observed that the rich and poor,
Were both rich and poor.
The poor were rich in many ways,
And the rich were poor in many ways.
Everybody and everything needed the Power,
All over this world.
I fell down,
And the Power picked me up.
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