Like The Weeds Of The Garden

Like the weeds of the garden that stifle every flower That is what they are those who abuse their power In their dealings with others they need to be in control That's what happens when darkness blocks light from the soul, Much does seem to need more or so it is said Suppose this is what happens when power goes to one's head, Of crimes against humanity we often hear of and read 'Tis from abuse of power that to such crimes does lead Many abuse their power through the medium of fear Of such people we often do read of and hear Those who use their power in a positive way are worth talking about But those who trash talk and demean people the Human World can do without Since they do not believe on a fair go for all Such people in their ways are so very small.