In this limitful existence
There are many in resistance
Of losing Power in abundance
Yet sit in a trance
As Power walks through their entrance
And floats in the air
Power, oh Power!
Why do you make them shudder?
Like he-goats they suffer and sniffer
To get into the back of their lovers
They are taunted and made the pushers
Of the load they see like rivers
Its load is breaking their shoulders
They turn into the mill in the miller
And are grinded all for the power of Powers.
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014