Kryptonian Thundera ( Who Has The Power? )

The casual handling of such affairs is an enigma never to be understood
The word so carelessly tossed around bruising its brittle bones
Why must we misuse such power
They told us that we were too young to know the meaning
We got older and nobody ever taught us
So now we stumble in the dark
Trying to catch a hungry hyena
Dramatic irony is
Everybody else saw that root
Nobody bothered to mention it
Such power in the hands of barbarians
Such power
Such power
Tall towers
Collapse under their own weight
They were founded on counterfeit power
I tread lightly as not to shake the ground
Still not light enough
The building shifts as the foundation turns to dust
A terrible tumble watching the ground jump at me
Imperfect beings trying to control the strongest vibration
Out of control
Who can grab
Who dares to take a tug at Caliburnus
Real question is
Will they burn us