Envy Hope

Once upon a time They say This will soon become history They say One of thy men shall bring victory They say the game changer will appear All those those turn sour of a young king Young in black hairs and new skin Young in clear eyes and new ideas They fear his attitude They fear his attributes. They run from the shame of being below the one They fear his strength They fear his wisdom And so, they keep him behind And wish to suffer They know the truth but hide it They call for help But avoid it They seek for joy Not as much as they wish for pain They are the envy The one intimidated by their incompetency They are the jealousy The ones who fear their last days They are bitterness The one who never sees a reason to grow They only make excuses. They are war for they strive to be anointed but lack the gift And so they barricade his way quench his candle Then again, they cry for help And so the circles continue