This piece was first published Jul 22, 2014 – It is as relevant today as it it was then. It continues to be as applicable to men as it is to women and people of all states, countries, parties, tribes, races, religions, politics, or vocations.
POETIC EDITORIAL (On False Leaders And Manipulators in High Places):
There comes a time when the perception dawns on the manipulators in high places that even a carefully engineered upheaval orchestrated for selfish political, sociological or religious gain could spiral out of control; and when that happens, there is no guarantee of safety or protection even to those manipulators who initially enjoyed the false comfort of authority, leadership, affluence, and seeming but false security.
It usually happens that the signals and warnings of such impending demise will always be there, tugging and pulling for recognition, but will always be ignored in the euphoria of the false security, false comfort, or false pleasure temporarily afforded by the selfish machinations to stay in power, maintain affluence, score vengeance, or political advantage.
When that moment of reckoning begins to unfold, it dawns on the manipulator that his power, status, or affluence cannot stop or change the course of things for justice cannot be bribed, influenced or manipulated. The law of Life must take Its course. – See Poetic Rendition Below
Dawn of The Manipulator’s Demise
In the illusion of his perception
He enjoys the comfort of the moment
Coated in the false impressions
Of power, authority, and high horses
In the euphoria of his false comfort
He delights in the control of power
False protection of physical security
Fleeting illusions of transient wealth
Yet deep in his heart he mourns
Consequences of his machinations
Depraved outcome of evil schemes
Tugging and pulling at his conscience
Yet he pretends not to have noticed
Though deep within he truly knows
He pretends to be bold and fearless
Though along the way he’s full of fears
Then comes the dawn of reckoning
When his manipulations meet demise
Illusions of comfort take their flight
No longer is he safe in his high horse
He has come to the dawn of times
Though not too late to make amends
He must pay for the deeds he’s done
The law of life must take Its course.
Oliver Oscar Mbamara© July 2014 (Republished July 25, 2017)
ABOUT THE AUTHOR/POET: Oliver Oscar Mbamara is an Attorney, a published writer, poet, playwright, and an award-winning actor and filmmaker. For more on Oliver please visit www.OliverMbamara.com