Eye of the Storm

A Poem by Andrea

for those dictating and controlling

Your dictating stare,
the eye of the storm and
the center of corruption-
looks down upon us

like a God would.
glancing down from the hurricane filled heavens

I bow down
and pray to you,
so venerable
and blind.

I am like every other worshiper
selfish,
needy,
and ignorant.

I look up, and the sky starts to spin
and your intolerance strikes
like lightning.

the eye of the storm:
a God in my mind.
Not so much a protector,
but a greedy possessor.