Fear corrupts the heart,
And then the lies sprout.
The door opens for the devil,
Manipulation becomes the norm.
Truth becomes the victim
While the newly converted
Babbles sanctimonious,
Telling all the world how
Everything said and done is just,
And the congregation just need
To change their shades,
While the perchers bury
their heads in sand.
Power corrupts but the fear
of losing power corrupts
Absolutely,
And we the preached
Bemoan what went wrong
Oblivious of our responsibility.
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It is good that love overcomes fear. Causes lost lives sometimes, but it is also a powerful force for good.
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Fear makes one lie to justify the wrongs done knowingly.
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Cause of many lies, sure enough.
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That’s essentially what I tried to convey. But the preschings that follow are just demeaning to our intelligence.
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Maybe you’re right. You lost me with “preshings” and I’m no more understanding now than earlier. Yes! Of course, I tried to find it! I’m not going to tell you right off the bat that I don’t understand. 😀
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Sorry for the ghost of autocorrect. I corrected it once but it slipped through again. Preaching not preshings (whatever it means I have no idea about it😀)
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Okay, I do know preaching; I’ll read again. 😀
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Ah, the favorite lamb(or do I say ewe) of the shepherd 😀
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Hopefully you won’t have more to worry about than preachers and their congregations. By the way, please answer me seriously. I read a bit ago about a poll in NH that says 64% of Democrat (and half the Independents) there would rather a meteor hit and kill all people than see Trump re-elected. What goes with this kind of thinking?
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I have not read about that. I don’t believe in killing because I don’t think that helps anything (forget about the morality or justification). I do believe in a democracy people get the government they deserve. So the government does reflect the people they govern.
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“Power corrupt but fear of loosing power corrupts” great line in a great poem, very true what you said I should also add.
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Thank you.
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Yes, exactly what I was about to write as well. The whole piece is very powerful, Pranab, a fierce critique of how power abuse works and how We, The People, many a time allow this to happen, even we act half unconsciously, “Oblivious of our responsibility”. Your poem is an awareness raising instrument, so well written. Glad to reconnect with you, Pranab. Been too busy lately and have no time for wordpress.
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Meeks shall inherit the world only when the fears within are conquered. Till then the rich and the corrupts will figure out ways to corrupt others.
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Lovely poem – fear is the seed that often borne lies
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Thank you.
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My absolute pleasure
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“oblivious of our responsibility” is so true.
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Thank you and thanks for reading.
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