Play, Ruling the World

What adjenda do those with power have, from head of households to Presidents.

Play, Ruling the World


How many men who’ve come and gone
Thought the world as a song
While others stopped. Listened and gave
And their reward a closer grave

How many times will they try?
To push their will, promise the sky?
Load ideas upon the back
Of duped carriers…A party pack.

They thin the wedge sugar sweet
With logic, care, trust. And meat.
Anything that’ll pull or favour
The other end. Only they will savour

Men don’t rule, they play a game
To win opponents and shape the same

Who’s he that can really care
Which way a nation aught to fare
Only those who listen who give
And promise others the way they live.

BP