Maelstrom

The sycophants crawl on their bellies
Knowing that power will spend
In the ebb and flow of great favour
None of them want it to end.

It’s all about handling direction,
Scheming with confident words,
Nurturing an ego with selfish aims
In terms that want to be heard.

Distrust is around every corner
In the streams of undertow,
Paranoia’s a beast that whispers
In the lies to overthrow.

While the man drifts to his direction
Listen to no one and all,
In a world that’s built to his story
How far will the maelstrom fall?

Copyright ©RMC May 2018
 
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