Tired

Tired

There I heard an ovation for the best person
Best in stealing his nation, in ruining my livelihood
His bags of money made under the table in absence of sun
Weigh more than him and are hidden in the deepest woods
I can’t prove his truth thus he is the most noble one

Biting my lips I try to ignore his good deeds
But when I see his victims I just empathize with them
Their eyes with hopes entrusted on me plead
He was also once a noble gem
Always upright but bended against else’s greed

When I saw my courage in her eyes and she cried
Leaving me behind she joined that Godly bastard
He lives as an emeritus man enjoying life’s ride
My hand hold my temple, my mouth is without a word
Where do I live and which is my true side

He extends a hand of help towards me
Against the thousands of hands asking my assistance
This choice I can’t mow down and just let it be
The choice is tough and my life has sill long distance
To go. I was tired and thus relaxation was what I could see