A figrue head, held in between hands of a man in the shadows,
a society inside a society,
a head among heads,
the puppeteer that controls puppeteers,
a man whose power comes from loyalty and fear,
the master of te people's masters.
He is infact in his own terms,
a god,
a being unravel by any common man,
for his words trasverse over every other,
and his thoughts ends every conversation,
for his opinions are but what decides every man's fate.
© Warrence Oghenevwegba.
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