The great denial

Somewhere a man is ranting
�a man used to power and mad
�with it. He is the one he loves
�so how can others resist, deny

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fail to carry out his sacred wishes?
�Somewhere a man is denouncing
�the world that is—because it doesn’t
�reflect him, doesn’t serve him

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any longer. He is at his most
�dangerous as the power he
�is used to slips away in winds
�of change like lifting smog.

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The man is furious with every
�one including his cohorts: they
�didn’t do enough for him. They
�are useless scarecrows now.

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We want him gone but he isn’t.
�What more damage will he
�manage in the storm of death
�in which he’s imprisoned us?

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