Sunday, August 12, 2012


Imbalance of Power

Small and fragile the nest sits
waiting for life, leaning and pushing,
releasing the crowning glory.

It's not to be kept.
The constellation approves.
The powerless see
 the powers that be.

Privilege and influence are the controls,
in the cool shade of an industry disguised. 
Under the force of decades,
the impotent surrender.

Twigs snap, hearts break.
The powerless see 
  the powers that be.

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