What makes us human?
Is it the gift to choose?
Then why choose damage the ways we do?
Then why still hatred?
Then why still kill?
Is to be human to crave power's thrill?
Can we be cured then,
Of abuse of power?
Relief from allure, can it be now?
Please, can it be now?
Power, what is it for?
Why disregard
And why give hate
To those with whom
We can't relate?
Why do we ravage?
Why clutch conceit?
Why do we harm
In the words we speak?
Why close our eyes?
Why turn our head
When shameful systems
Leave humans dead?
Is comfort worth it?
What drives our lust to feel above another?
Is dominion the source of esteem?
Why do we let pride undermine human kindness
And devolve us from kin to machines?
Do we think to compete is to live?
Does power demand that we take more than give?
When once shed of the addiction to power
Can we still be called human beings?
What kind of creature begins to exist?
What species are we without greed?
Do we think to compete is to live?
Does power demand that we take more than give?
Power, what is it for?
What is it for?
What is it for?
What is it for?
Do we ask what motivates the need for more?
What for?
What for?