This time
This year
The power isn’t as strong
It’s not overwhelming
It’s hiding in panic
Reluctant to burst forth
And share the joy –
For in that joy
Some may see weakness
And in that deformed vision
Believe they hold a power
That exists only in
Imaginary worlds-
Made up lands of kings who control
Other human beings as slaves
And holding some in bondage
By fear for the innocence
Keeps them bound by an invisible
Need to be loved by the hidden monster
Pretending to be the hero.
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