The End of Power

Some men there are who like to lead—
Others—to their defeat.
These others push the leaders on
Underneath their feet.
The power-luster thinks he’s wise
When fear he sees in others’ eyes.

But they who fear, they claw him down,
And in their dung-sweat falls, to drown.
A small and empty space is all his soul
Who all the world would hold in his control.
Controlled is he, though nothing’s really there
But fear and failure, lifeless, bare.

Obama comes, and hollow men follow
Down, down into the dust to wallow.
Into the dust of power-lust they rush
And sink, are tossed and lost and beat,
While others push these leaders on
Underneath their feet.

O Reason, who is the self’s bright Lord,
Shall we sing hymns? “Yea, sing,
Sing the justice of Truth’s sword,
The righteous flash of Time’s swift wing!”

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