What sort of power,
Does man desire?
Levitating things and reading minds
Or with our hands producing fire

What sort of power,
Does man require?
To stop suffering and end war
And peaceful minds inspire

What sort of power,
Does man acquire?
When people blind and dumb
For useless toil perspire

Pasturing peoples
Just miserable pawns
Glorious queens
What sort of power!

A reaper but not a sower
Dollars, Pounds and Euros
It always has to be plurals
Merchants of death
What sort of power!

What else but dominance
Reigning supreme
Upon all let my light beam
I enjoy being king
What sort of power!

Can we direct our step?
That left should follow right
And not with the man above fight
But having to submit
What sort of power?

Flashing lightning and pouring tempest
Exploding sun and twinkling star
Marvellous hands and a woman’s breast
Mist in our face and a galaxy so far

Mighty tree or labouring ant
Drop of rain on a petal of rose
Bumbling bee and lumbering elephant
Who created all these I suppose
What sort of power!