Unbridled Poem by Thompson Emate

The untamed power is the ill of the mind,
Redemption that soul should find,
Or havoc it will wreak,
Oblivious to the lowly and the meek.

The inconsiderate soul wants to oppress,
It wants to stifle and suppress,
It wants to throw others out of the window,
It's glad seeing them in a shrivelled meadow.

The indifferent soul sits high on the podium,
It's negligent of the incurred odium,
The untamed power takes the wheel,
It's a deadly seal.

The untamed power brings a fall,
Calamity will eventually befall,
Lost in the night,
The soul is far from the light.