Oh! Miserable Power Poem by Hebert Logerie

It is only a dream
Man has no power
Remember King Siam
And Justinian, the Emperor
Their power did not last
They are all dead
Buried in a coffin-bed
We will pass too, very fast
Like the wind on the face
Of Mother Earth. Our place
Here is ephemeral
Almost very seasonal.

Power, where were you?
When the king was dying
And when the queen stopped breathing
Power, you are a fake too
It is obvious that man has no power
Man is, from time to time, faking it
Frankly in less than an hour
Death can claim a mate
Power eviscerates
Air evaporates
And man disappears
Without coins, guns and spears.

P.S. I dedicated this poem to the Poet and Cardinal John Henry Newman.

Copyright © December 2019, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several poetry books.