This poem challenges the ethical dilemma of people appointed to leadership positions while abusing the office for personal gain through nepotism. It reminds them that there is accountability beyond their conventional wisdom.

6-6-6 (Six-Six-Six)

6-6-6, behind your huffing and puffing lays your destiny. Judgment day is on the way. You can only wait. There will be no running or hiding.

You have mistaken your increase of food and money as a basis for justifying your abuse of power. You forgot that you have no real power and you are only at the top of the food chain for only one purpose – to be used.

What is power anyway? Can you continue to lead such a diverse community by misleading, bullying and character assassinating? One day 6-6-6, your number will come up as persona non grata.

Look around, your support system, your acolytes and your fanfares are all based on lies, deception and hatred. Hatred can only intimidate for a while but loves conquers all.

Before long, your support system, your acolytes and your fanfares will be no more. Darkness cannot stand the power of light for lies, deception and hatred are built on sand. It is not too late to redeem yourself while there is still time…

6-6-6, now, stand up and face the Honorable, the Mighty Prince, the Peace Maker, the Conqueror and the Judge of Judges and fear Him. Judgment day has arrived. Be prepared to face justice and retribution 777 times! Amen!

© August 22, 2006 by Manes Pierre