Don't fear the seductive might of mortal men.

When their control is entrenched in ink and decree.

When their comfortable lies leave truth to atrophy. 

When their power promises itself temporary until permanent.

 

Their strength is leashed by dependency. 

 

They fear their authority revealing their inadequacies. 

Every choice is a stage-managed performance.

Every decision made to mimic where the wind blows.

Every confrontation threatens to find them lacking.

 

Their strength is a tragedy of stagnation.

 

They play at godhood in a nursery of their own making.

Whose vanity is paraded as if it were brilliance. 

Whose victories are spoon fed by yes men.

Whose vision sees the world through a keyhole.

 

Their strength is a shadow cast from the chair they sit on.