Though I am not rich as I want to be,
I am equally not poor as before,
Each and everyday, I see
How my enemies get bored
And have now discounted me completely.
How I pray that they live to witness
That the David they still deem a boy,
Has now laid them low with a small stone
And what will happen now to their dreams.
That man, I tell them, has done it once again.
Abekah Emmanuel
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/no-more-tears-29/
