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THE CORRIDORS OF POWER

Corridors of power are narrow
Yet many like to walk through them
It is barely possible to walk without stepping on toes
So you see friends becoming foes
And as soon as a former enemy anoints the hurt with an ointment
Massaging an inflamed ego
Former animosity goes
A new friendship thrives
That way there is no permanent friendship or enmity in that corridor
Just people thriving between hurt and pleasures of fond yet treacherous massages
The massages that can be used to exert uncalled for pressure if only its pain is sure to be mortal
In the corridors of power
Friends and enemies look alike
The only person you can trust is nobody
Not even yourself
For you are not sure the steps you will make tomorrow
Who you will appease or who you will hurt
As you steadily walk up the corridors of power



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