By Douglas Polk

power in the hands of the panicked,
a frightening thing,
fighting to control,
what can't be controlled,
pressure applied to the masses,
but the control weak,
a leaky dam, at best,
ready to break at any moment,
and flood the world with chaos.

Douglas Polk is a poet from the wilds of Nebraska, residing with his wife and son.

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