Treasure Island

Matthias Pantaleon

(August 24,1984 / Oronija Island, Nigeria)

I Do Not Envy You


Women of easy virtue
grace your court

They bring wrath upon thy bed
You are the liner that covers
their nakedness

The Knight that share their shames
But I do not envy you

Light always come before darkness
Nightfall is at hand

Pray if you'll ever tell the story
Nightfall is an axe in the wind

Submitted: Wednesday, October 24, 2012
Edited: Thursday, June 05, 2014

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Government is the man I do no envy, politicians 're the women of easy virtue whose wickedness, fraud, assassination, embezzlement and cross misconduct has plucked the nation in the nightmare we re having today.

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