When, in your life, you control the lives of others,
Minutiae are yours to shift and sway.
When you choose to wound your sisters and your brothers
Whilst looking for some idle games to play.
Thus you torture fellow humans as they languish,
You stand above them dangling dregs of hope.
And then, when they try to rise above their anguish
To reach to you, you cruelly jerk the rope.
What if you were drowning and your victims found you?
Are they the ones who’d stop to save your plight?
In the cold and helpless darkness that surrounds you,
You’d cry to them, ‘please help me find the light.’
Will they listen to the words your rule book teaches,
No empathy, just sanction, bleak and grim?
And how long til someone sees your plight and reaches
Or will they just remind you, sink or swim?
For that hand you ask to save you in that hour,
That soul that sits beside you while you weep
Is the one that you tormented with your power,
The one whom your face tortures when they sleep.
Better hope that when the darkness comes to claim you,
A crisis comes that takes away control,
Hope the ones who come to help you will not blame you,
But give you the humanity you stole.
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