The devaluation of tradition,
The crafting of innovation,
The advantage of education,
The roll call of the printer,
The rifle and the powder,
Your indomitable will to conquer,
Skill to Incite among my ranks deceit .
All I had was some self respect,
Which your taunt grated, it hurt
Deep into self, it pierced ,
Empty my fury, yet livid, irate,
I knew I had lost,
To your mind brilliant.
This post is part of Prompts for the Promptless – Ep. 3 – Schadenfreude over at Rarasaur’s blog