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Reflections on Power

Trips to the sky in the name of progress
Man's dream to fly converted to egress
To abandon this world, remainder an abcess
Could this even be cured, by a simple caress?

In pitch black depths lay onyx and topaz,
Proud luster affects noble kings, alas!
For what good are rubies, gleaming diamonds amassed
A mere trifle to be valued no more than brass.

Brass at least builds empires, both swords and cisterns
The choice to start fires, or prevent them to burn
I look upon this planet, as it continues to turn
Eons of water and granite, Ozymandias spurned.

That oft remaked feeling, that draws family and friend
Which leaves strong hearts keeling upon reaching the end
The most potent drug lives, among the gestures we send
How cliche, love we give, perhaps the world's on the mend.