I crouch like a lion <br />Lurking for unsuspecting prey, <br />Patience is the key: <br />I’m willing to wait for eternity <br />For the tables to be turned, <br />To come into my own, <br />To taste the sweet wine <br />Of perfectly aged revenge… <br />Previously, I’ve filled my gullet <br />With humiliation, <br />I’ve been submerged <br />In the sewer of defeat. <br /> <br />The day is coming <br />When I will laugh like a hyena <br />And dance like a jackal <br />When I see those <br />Who organized <br />My supposed demise <br />Gazing at me like Lazarus <br />Risen from the dead! <br />I’ll watch them gnash their teeth <br />On the hard words they hurled at me <br />When I was a clown <br />On freakish, circus streets <br />After I ascend <br />To the throne of power <br />Like a revolutionary <br />Leading a peasant revolt <br />Or a forgotten prince <br />Cutting the reigning king’s throat… <br /> <br />I will gain the upper hand <br />Before I smile in my grave.<br /><br />Uriah Hamilton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-upper-hand/
