Moving mountains,
Falling fountains,
Whispers of time,
And whatever is mine.
Holding power,
A complex shower,
Mind over moral?
Moral over mind?
Greed is my name,
As for me, this is just a game.
Suffering isn’t my concern,
It’s only what you discern.
Fall in my cruel path,
And feel my undeserved wrath.
Posted in response to the challenge Post-Election.
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