Envy And Pity - Poem by Marcel Tourdot
Envy is only reserved for the fighter whom rises up with victory.
And pity is placed upon the fallen, shame it is his parting prize.
But more precise than black and white within society’s confines.
Instead I say place envy at the feet of those with courage still to fight.
And pity all the masses great that only know to run with fright.
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