Power Play

In this dance of life, we often speak
Of problems that make us weak,
Echoes of our powerlessness in relentless defeat,
Yet we decry power’s taste as too bittersweet.

We cast it as the villain, wicked and vile,
Yet, in its pursuit, secretly, we walk the mile.
The scepter of might is a burden too cruel,
Yet we shirk it, proclaiming ourselves the fool.

Power isn’t merely the dominion of the other,
An attribute reserved for those unlike another.
For within each heart, power resides,
In myriad forms, under different guides.

It dances in our minds, our bodies, our souls,
In the currency of intellect, in emotional tolls,
In the fervor of our spirits, in our goals,
Power defines, refines and controls.

The games we love, the sports we cheer,
Are tales of territories, both far and near.
We fight, defend, to victory we steer,
In this dance, forgetting what we hold dear.

The psychology of team, of order and spirit,
Hierarchy and morale, we ignore it.
In pursuit of defending, we commit,
To a game, under the gaze of those we submit.

The games we love, in reality, we refrain,
In the court of oppressors, we entertain.
Could we not see the strength in our reign?
And play the game in our terrain?

Power isn’t the villain, it’s the lens we wear,
In this dance of life, it’s the music we share.
It’s a journey towards understanding, if we dare,
That power is ours, if we choose to care.