A Recipe for Absolute Power

He greedily fingers through

the tattered black book of Portions

looking for that recipe.

Reading aloud carefully

of all the needed ingredients,

he follows every word written.

Placing the large black cauldron

upon the red hot bed

of glowing embers,

he pours in the sweat

of thousands of dying young soldiers,

mixing in the millions

of tears of misery of their Mothers,

then slowly stirs in the blood

of hundreds of thousands

of innocent citizens left to die

in bombed out buildings.

He lets it simmer for a while,

before adding in three heaping

tablespoons of deep-seated hatred,

he then adds three jiggers

of unrelenting fear to thicken the broth,

sprinkling in countless lies

to add some spice, and,

a pinch of anger, with a dash of meanness

to add much needed flavor;

slowly bringing it to a boil,

until the brew starts to boil over.

Closing his eyes tight,
he drinks until drunk, as a sinister
smile spreads across his face.