Uriah Hamilton - The Upper Hand

I crouch like a lion
Lurking for unsuspecting prey,
Patience is the key:
I’m willing to wait for eternity
For the tables to be turned,
To come into my own,
To taste the sweet wine
Of perfectly aged revenge…
Previously, I’ve filled my gullet
With humiliation,
I’ve been submerged
In the sewer of defeat.

The day is coming
When I will laugh like a hyena
And dance like a jackal
When I see those
Who organized
My supposed demise
Gazing at me like Lazarus
Risen from the dead!
I’ll watch them gnash their teeth
On the hard words they hurled at me
When I was a clown
On freakish, circus streets
After I ascend
To the throne of power
Like a revolutionary
Leading a peasant revolt
Or a forgotten prince
Cutting the reigning king’s throat…

I will gain the upper hand
Before I smile in my grave.

Uriah Hamilton

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