Prowess

The need for power encompasses all
unrelenting in its fervor
the search will never end
the seekers are termites in a tree
digging towards the heart of the wood
the interior is eaten away
while the exterior stands alone

I have witnessed the might of these parasites
there are those who are workers
tied to the community by bonds of labor
while others lead, and some strive for stature
high above their naturally appointed rank

What are these but men
men that evolved other thousands of generations
yet still resort back to the barbaric tactics of stone age nomads
only through modern mediums

This need is not implanted at birth
but is chosen through the ego of man
rooted in the spite for others
in the desire for control of the uncontrollable

Why must such feelings exist?
Is it not good enough to be content with ones surroundings?
Never.