Poems about power

Politiktheatron

What we haven’t learned is that extremes gut us empty. Either masses, either riches, either...

It’s all for grabs, we’re all in traps, the uncivilized are book-eating leaves who quaff as beasts...

Ladders float, around me three boats, water blinks, if breath stalls your rise, it glitters, fame...

You told me I wasn’t worth a penny, my name’s Penny. How could I deny myself? You told me I wasn’t...

Thank the despised, heatly doomed to destroy, for reminding us how fragile we are… How vital...

The Piper, the Piper plays its corporate flute, will you follow or let it flow? The Piper, the...