The tincture's there, that very tincture flows
In every vein of sapiens sapiens fast;
If got a chance, as there a maxim goes,
One'd be a fierce dictator to the last.
The human species are how by this tincture
Behave; that hides beneath our laugh and love;
Nothing can fish out that very law of Nature,
Neither can nuns or nobles go above.
And weak are they in which this tincture sleeps,
And when awaked does make you a power-hungry
Maniac, and you can't see the woes and weeps;
Your manic feet on march like tyrants of history.
Admit that there's in you the hungry demon;
A taste of power, he will trample each human.
©️ N P Samal
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