On an occasion, I won a gold medal,
I banged my chest with glory,
An ego boosted in overdrive as
the crowd gave immeasurable praise,
I then stood on another occasion,
Again, I am on top above
everyone else,
Singing grabbing the hearts of the audience,
Singing hearts and glory that came from the flood,
Singing as they continued to the false blood,
Singing my way into the hall of fame,
“I am that of power, and things of joy I have
Claimed my spot in history with no one daring to challenge,”
On these same occasions, I saw them,
The loser who sulk came to me,
Eyes of regret but an admirable
Determination to be the best,
A smile not even worth the
Expression of precious gems,
But…
I wasn’t worthy enough,
Just mere stepping stones,
Pricking for a sense of humanity,
I keep going rising above with
Him having the unofficial status of king,
They weren’t worth enough,
God couldn’t even prick tears,
Soon those precious smiles and
The owners who have it died,
Eventually, they claimed their
ways into the hall of shame,
Which is why…
Believers are selfish,
Written by D'Vonte Devonish
