Idi Amin was a powermonger
So was Hitler. So are the indomitable
Dictators that own towns, municipalities
Even households.
There, you find the law coming
Down so hard, it makes feet, tree trunks
That push down, rooting to a reality
Few can ever fathom, where the day is darker
Than the night, and only hope holds a torch
Forward to that bewitching midnight-noon.
And have you seen a power so ruthless,
It makes little girls cry ice crystals.
