Dear glory hater,
Don't you wonder?
The more you hate, the more I prosper.

Shush and come for peace, let's join hands together
Because I see no gain in you being my hater
Before you find yourself in trouble, better surrender.

The more you hate, the more my life gets better
What's my offense, that my success strikes your heart like thunder?
For peace to reign, quit now or never.

Oh, you hater,
Why the hate? What if I'm your brother?
Why is it that my mood is the irony of yours? What's the matter?

Be my friend and live the life to always remember
I'm not like you; my heart is pure, compared to you, hater
Let's settle this; I'm ready to pay your dinner.

© Sulaimon Khalid Everlasting Ink