Nuclear Brand Insani-Tea ~ Philip Brent Harris
The Most Addictive Drug
What is, do you think, the most addictive drug?
If I suggest possibilities, you may nod or shrug.
It is neither heroine nor is it prevalent nicotine;
It’s something that makes us act more obscene.
What, you say? You believe it is crack cocaine?
By comparison to this, we could easily abstain.
It is neither ups nor downs, not even sideways.
It will corrupt you on your worst and best days.
Not drink or food, without, we would survive.
Addicts need daily doses, or do not feel alive.
It is not a drug, though you may find it funny;
I will tell you, it’s not even big piles of money,
Money could buy it, but it’s not sex, how silly.
Nor is it violence, either planned or willy-nilly.
And you’ll crave it by the week, day, and hour.
Because the most addictive drug of all is power.
Want Versus Need
A need for power will make you sell your soul.
It does not matter how base or lofty your goal.
It’ll flow through your veins, turn blood cold,
A wanton succubus turning heads young, old.
The powerful are lost, not by lifestyle, schemes,
But a crushing loss of truth, hopes and dreams.
Then, no mere mundane drug, money or murder
May ever restore your misplaced sense of order.
If you’ve never known power, life may be tough.
You’ll want what others have and be mean, gruff.
Until you gain the wisdom, enough all you need,
So no drug tempts, power will all others exceed.
Share this truth with all and everywhere you can,
Because I worry power is the drug we cannot ban.
Yet, if we’ll decide we must, we may limit it a bit.
So, if anyone wants power; they must not have it.
III. What Will Our End Be?
You and I will never know how this all comes out,
Unless we’ll return from our future, which I doubt.
Although I‘ll be gone, I believe we will never last,
Whether we depart with a weak whimper, a big blast.
Prove me wrong, I dare you, but I know won’t lose.
So far we have shown the distinct inability to choose.
Because all, everyone are connected now, worldwide,
Oceans are no barrier to unmet friends the other side.
Voices of the world’s peoples must join together now.
We may not agree, but perhaps we will find out how.
Have an honest dialog; learn we live not so far apart.
Though this may not be the solution, it will be a start.
If we refuse to follow, like lambs unto the slaughter;
A better world may greet each future son or daughter.
Yet callous disregard from our past will leave a scar,
In time, though, we might put an end to hunger, war.
Power won’t be easily surrendered, it’s such a curse.
Till we decide to curtail it, our lives will grow worse.
Few with power or without, see we are on the brink.
While some realize we are much closer than we think.
Those people addicted to their power can never care;
They cannot confess they are the reason we are here.
They strive, do their utmost, to believe they’re kings,
Making sure they’re the ones with all the toys, things.
Like every addict, they will harm themselves, others.
Their need so aggressive, sense and sanity it smothers.
It is time for all the rest of us to demand intervention.
For all to survive, thrive, we must institute prevention.
Though you may think me a fool, we must never comply
To any thought, word, order which injures us; it is a lie.
We must call for a moratorium, for a day, a week, a year
And let no religion, cult or power, cause us doubt or fear.
VOTE, November 3, 2020!
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