Glory

Come with me

Away from all this Misery

Leave the incertitude's behind

For they're the inconsistent 

ones

Save your hatred

Use it to vanquish them

Show them their unfairness

You will no longer stumble 

With the false pretension

Brought upon you

Take this boorish time

To prove strength 

Let them see you shine

Show them that they were wrong

Make your own path

Soon you will be rewarded

For standing for what you believe

In the end they will be

 The ones with their heads 

Between their legs

Hiding from the world in shame

Their legs will be quivering 

For you will have the all

The glory

Reviews

[TheSweet]

I like this. Very uplifting poem, and easy to read dispite the lack of punctuation which can sometimes cause issues with how it's read.

On the fourth line, should it be 'they're'? Or because there is no other punctuation: 'they are'?

Well done for the empowering poem.

[Decaf]

bravo