We’re unlucky when it erupts

The touchstone of the corrupt

Power, it lives through actions

It’s the king of distractions

It has a magnetic pull

No stopping when full

Power, it’s irresistible

But a short-lived pinnacle

It’s a struggle to bequeath

The mind resists going beneath

Power, it’s devil’s potion

Promising a high promotion

The road beyond is long

It’s not lost for the strong

With power, the mind will corrode

Without shelter of the ego’s robe