POWER PURSUASION

How did this battle for powerless power
and in its devoured scowls empowered,
did we cower at the hour of weakness’ shower
whose flowerless towers made vows more dour?

Time and again, with the happening’s pen,
we tend to offend with a blend of impend,
from chagrin has-beens and wise men therein,
we overextend our dependence on pretend ends.

With innards aflutter we prayed in dismay,
and our mind clutter’s utter, we bade into sway.
We mutter and stutter, blockades of delay,
and slaughter in gutters of weights and decay.

This power cascaded, evading invasion degraded,
but raids of parades unaided have little persuaded.

@kwirb #30Days30Sonnets
September 10th 2015.