Power is like a bird in flight, 

Soaring above, with eagles sight. 

Searching for the weak and easy prey, 

Those through policies they can slay. 

Circling in flocks to show their might, 

All in protection, in case we fight. 

Gorging on all the spoils of our land, 

In their missions, they had planned. 

Hoarding and robbing, as per their type.  

And feeding us all with their lying tripe. 

And when these birds have had their fill, 

They'll crush us down and render us still. 

There is no escape from their evil claws, 

As they have us trapped by all their laws. 

And the power is stolen by twisted words, 

"It's for your own good", laugh the mocking birds.

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Karen Burns is 49 and lives in Coventry, England. She is a graduate at Warwick after completing a Social Studies degree. Her interests are reading, poetry, writing reviews and she has a blog all about her daughter who has an eating disorder.