Powerless...
he has steel hands
arms are made of platinum poles
the brains from
specialized computer chips
he is as sharp as an unused
sword
but he is useless in this struggle
for power
last night the old witch
betrayed him
a single lock of his hair
is taken by that woman
of use,
now, lies another Samson
defeated
but not yet dead.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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