Power doth not corrupt.

Rather it “reveals” the already present corruption in the soul –

Hidden but for hints in the heart.

Intuited, but not confirmed.

Fetal, not yet full term.

Then it acerbates it –

(In History,

frequently in the Church –

in Government, always)

until the persons and thus the institutions

moral fiber,

that sinuous, gossamer-webbed-edifice

holding the soul together,

disintegrates

beneath the weight of its own

full grown corruption,

now morphed into an absolute evil,

The groan of its victims

echos in the air.

Glimmerings grow into conflagrations.

In a Democracy,

the trick

is to recognize nascent corruption

in the seedling seeking election,

not to serve,

but rather, to empower itself,

and then,

Not Vote it to them!

We knew it of Him,

yet we did, anyway.

And so,

now,

we reap our own harvest of ash.