Brightness of a hundred suns, and yet you never shone below; And you laugh at our darkness instead, here still, the candle casts a brighter glow. You've made a star cast a lengthy shadow, and the sun shine a subdued flame. You've never seen the clouds beneath, for your faults you pass the blame. You've worn the crown above your head, and your clothes wear a wealthy name. But never passed your old man's door, his eyes, to you, a wall of shame. Their moistened eyes have found no heed, your words of hate have made them weep. But you shall'nt last long enough, and suffer you shall, for you never keep. What need they do, for your worldly gains, For your life and wisdom, bound in chains. With thoughts so shallow, chins so high, and scornful words, and cold derides. In hurt and centrism, they'll never bend, They're heads in pride, meant to offend.