With us, he sits,

Gulping down his last sip,

Placing his hands

On each side of the table,

He starts,

Words of wisdom, he utters and

Talks about ego

How destructive it is

Does he not know?

He personifies it.

Smirk on his listeners’ faces

Everyone listen to him in amazement

Does he not know?

He actions contradict his words.

He is the demon

Who has been fed hatred and cunningness

Does he not know?

While he is preaching,

He himself is being judged.

Such is the irony of life,

The moment that makes you savior for one

Makes you destroyer for others.

Does he not know?

The people who he is preaching to,

Shall bring his doomsday.