They say “with great power comes great responsibility”,
But I never understood,
Is it A Powerful world or A responsible one?
Hints of power are solemnly framed,
Within the minds of harassed victims,
and through coins of desired dictation.
Doubts on responsibility are thus outlined,
That the thought leading this subject is:
I am powerless; it’s not a responsibility of mine.
Their inner guilt is powerless; the will is powerless,
The mirror still exists, yet behind the curtains,
The force to unclothe it, such pious soul is powerless.
Till power is derived from votes and bucks,
Responsible words will remain confined,
And our existence still pre-defined.
