Power is a bower
For some to cover.
One’s true color,
Cannot hide ever.

Without a crown,
One cannot be a king.
With a duplicate crown,
One cannot be a king.

When one loses power,
No one offers flower.
When blinded by power,
Some want it forever.

Be humble with power,
It doesn’t last ever.
Like a gentle shower,
Enrich the world with power.

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About a power struggle