The privileged few get to hoard
Power across the board
To be used for good or ill
It is mostly used to kill

Able to free and to bind
Power flatters and corrodes the mind
It deceives and distorts
Spewing lies from gilded forts

Power stretches its reach
Into every breach
Leaving no stone unturned
No heretic unburned

Power has always been king
To those who kiss the ring
But it’s better to be free
Than to bend the knee