Powerless
Powerless
The power is in the hands of the powerless because
in the long run
the powerful must
bend a knee and get
down and talk to the
powerless because
there will always be
children and mothers
and students and old
people and sick people who
will get caught in the middle of
the power and this will always
take the thunder from the
thunder bolters and if the they
were smart and had wisdom
and looked at history the powerful
would go to the powerless and
bend a knee and transform this
power into words instead of bullets because
in the long run; that's what they're going
to have to do anyway.
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