Whatever is happening, is happening to end, We don't understand, where it is going Some say, it is a new, beautiful and flabbergasting beginning, But have you ever thought, it can be the end?
We fight for love, respect, and power, After all, it satisfies our ego, We don't stand far away from each other, Nor our thoughts also!
We pretend to be happy with nothing, But, Nothing is just an illusion, Whatever we do, is for power, Because power is what we strive for!
The greatest power to have is power over self. Power not to be hasty, not to judge too quickly, speak too harshly and to have patience, both with others and with one's self.
Power is what we strive for? That's it? Just power... it's just that simple eh? I do not think everyone is a Machiavellian lunatic. In fact I would argue that most people tend NOT to be that. Your poem is not relatable and wreaks of a lack of life experience outside of television shows like game of thrones, etc..
We pretend to be happy with nothing but nothing is just an illusion.... whatever we do is for power... um, so, that doesn't make sense in the last stanza's context. Apply some internal logic to that assertion. Are we always angry and happiness is an illusion? Or is the word/concept "nothing" just an illusion? If we obtain power does that make us happy? Is the pursuit of said power the only thing that makes "we" happy? It's such a vague stanza predicated on such a simplified concept that it could mean anything therefore it means nothing.
When you try too hard to sound profound, you ended up sounding like an idiot. So I've heard anyway.
I'm pretty sure you just read a few Machiavelli quotes and figured they sounded like a good poem idea without further delving into the concepts. If this a was to be graded I'd give you a D. Unoriginal, overly simplistic, and contrived