Beware of power absolute, unshared,
As you pursue the ends that are your passion.
So why might one, as sovereign, choose to ration
The power one might summon unimpaired?
In doing so, one sees what one might be:
Like those whose ends were good, but means were not;
Like those who hoped that blood might sweep the rot
Encrusted on their longings out to sea.
Desperate to do good, some would, unchecked,
Appropriate the world they would perfect.
Yet evil knows no ideology.
Copyright by Nicholas Gordon
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