Trophies for Bullets

K arats, glory, highly coveted things, the
I nstinctual jealousy that first place brings
L egacy stands at the front of the line, where
L ies are twisted to smear the trophies shine.
E gotism breeds by those who are left out of the race, and
R evenge is sought by those who don’t place.

O bdurate, obstinate, they obelize
F ull of themselves, they cut their lies.

T apping on the worst of human traits,
I mmature thoughts that come from their hate. Like a
M agnet, first place does draw
E veryone who for its glory would claw.

Nobody aims their bullets at second place.
‘Tis far too coveted to feel the warmth of embrace.
Third place, no one wants to be.
First place, alas, is all they see.

There is always someone behind-
Knocking you down is what’s in their mind.
Their very drive comes from your success,
But your failure is why they aim to be best.

Far greater than being first place,
Is when we get knocked down from our grace.
Because of how we all are,
First place falls to gain its scar.

Thank you.