The Overseer

Above us all he sits in judgement.

A small man made large by the trappings of office.

In his gaze we all fall short and wanting.

Quick of temper and shallow of spirit, he cares not.

Greed is his king and all that he knows.

By Nicholas Byrley


I really dislike authority.

Two lunch poems today, didn’t have time to post what I wrote yesterday.  Hope you all enjoy.

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