A totalitarian octogenarian,

Driven mad by the sun, now he sits, holding a gun in his solarium

Windows now broken, from shooting flies

Looking out at Peruvian skies, all because

A dictator can’t dictate where he flees and hides.


He traveled light, but denial wouldn’t stay home

So thoughts were thought that shouldn’t be known,

Even without being fed, they had continually grown.


Firing squads could be heard, ending husbands, ending wives

To justify it,

They are traitors, rapists, plotters and spies,

Or any other imaginative, strictly optional lies.


That’s how many times, the barrel had been preying at his temples

To hush those voices: millions of nameless whispers

Reaching out like tentacles.


Until one day he read an article in an old magazine he’d procured which addressed positive psychology, espousing the virtues of accepting yourself for who you are and living in the present, not the past. This spreadΒ the first smile on foreign lands across his weathered tan face.

Sadly, the very next article addressed an attempted suicide by a man, who was now a breathing vegetable because he had shot himself in the frontal cortex and the bullet had failed to deliver the end credits. Apparently, the optimal angle, if it could be referred to as that, was to place a gun at the base of the head aiming upwards towards the brain…




5 thoughts on “Power

  1. This is an amazing piece of work – so well crafted with a powerful theme – draws too, from contemporary history.

    Enjoyed this immensely,


    1. Well many thanks for casting your eyes this way and commenting. Many thanks πŸ™‚


  2. That’s a nice bit of writing! Superbly crafted, great phrases – not that I know anything about it, that’s just what I feel. Love it πŸ™‚


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