Where Does Power Come From?

Power comes from the gun of a man who stands outside my home

He waits until I wake, poised silent and calm

Power is his, thus so are my cattle, my land, my people

 

Yet power comes from the man who gave this man the gun

Bathed in the colors of a general, the weapon was passed on

And power was handed over with speeches and roars

 

Yet power comes from the man who allowed this man to elect himself to give another man the gun

He stands in the crowd, cheering at pompous words

Or remaining still at home, sitting idle as another is self-appointed

 

Yet power comes from the woman who birthed and reared this man who allowed the man to elect himself to give another man the gun

She pushes hard but without noise, resulting in a child

She disciplines hard but without noise, resulting in a man

 

So power comes only from the mother of all of us mad sons

Who see only what stands before us, heeding only immediacy and fear

But now we shall say, “Good wife, come out and welcome our visitor”

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