The Chameleon, once imbued with power

Sits upon her royal throne

Within her ivory tower

What care she if the shaky ground

She puts you on

Behaves like shifting sands?

You are at the mercy of hands,

Like talons, unmerciful and cruel

Nor does she think of others

In her quest for ultimate power

The hirelings beneath her feet

Are treated to

Pretended sensitivity

While she falsely smiles.

The ideas and plans she sprouts

Stolen from another

Insights, imagination, and new ways

Are concepts she has mined

From those she often plunders.

Sly and cunning, forth she creeps

Like a spider stalks its prey

Knowing that no one will speak

Or call her out, for without a doubt

She knows their needs are deep.

And fear, a vicious sword she sweeps

To cut them to the marrow.

O, chameleon, this I pray

With earnest heart and soul

That you will soon discover

Your ways are not so secret

Your theft of knowledge, known

And you will be meted justice

As sweet as that you’ve given

And all your ‘servants’ will be set free

To enjoy what you have taken

And from that day forth

Never be forsaken

 

 

 

 

 

 

2 thoughts on “The Chameleon

  1. LOVE YOUR WORK CAROL, I ALSO HAVE COMPOSED A PIECE CALLED THE CHAMELEON IN MY NEW BOOK, ‘BRITAIN IN ITS DARKEST HOURS’ BY CHINA ALEXANDRIA THE BOOK HIGHLIGHTS THE EFFORTS OF WOMEN DURING THE GREAT WAR, CHEERS CAROL, CHINA

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