They claimed he was a man of great valor,born from the womb of riches and bestowed upon a royal family name.
A name that convey great compassion,gallantry and wisdom. His father had without second thought given his last breath of life away for the safety of another. His mother had died in her goodness and thus the world believed even more blessings would have followed him
Yet the boy saw it through tainted eyes; a considerably different perspective.
He had lost both his parents as a result of their selfless nature and hate simmered slowly from the depths of his heart.
The boy grew up,a beautiful man,blessed with what seemed to be infinite knowledge. A fortunate man who was the understudy of his father's brother and who was most likely to become a future leader.
''what kind of man flourishes like this?'' They questioned.
Too that he replied ''the one who was orphaned through selflessness'.'
It was not until his later years the man unveiled the secret malice laced creature he had become.
He had thrusted himself into the talons of his city's politics and had quickly become a public favorite as consequence of his family's legacy. The man had become a beacon of hope and clarity.
With his face plastered against every billboard and on posters hanging from every pillar,he began to crave more. Remembering how his parents had humbly declined being glorified,he smiled.
The man was painfully contradictory in what ever situation he faced and his parents had faced before him.
If the people had retold the tale of his election speech,you'd have thought no better man walked the earth. Promises had been made and hope had been rekindled in the heart of many unfortunates.
But talk has always been cheap,and his was the cheapest.
Money began to flow in,more plentiful than before and his eyes glimmered,a golden shimmer similar to that of the coins that rolled in.
Greed was a monster,the same monsters his parents battled to protect him from yet he was contorting into one.
And as years flew by,promises were renewed with no outcomes and a mask began to grow over his face. Shading the people from his deceitful eyes.
It became so,that he could not give, that nature had long left him and behind in the residue,a cold creature lay.
Thriving off his greed and indulging in every penny stolen from the innocents.
The tales that circulated about the mayor of the emerald city,how he basked in the suffering of his people while he drank expensive wines bought from the thieving nature he had adapted.
Guilt had left his body,emotion had become foreign to the man, and as he stood in his rooftop balcony and observed his population, the taste of the wine only got sweeter.
And he grinned,for all he taught himself to learn from his parents mistake,and where they were selfless,he was selfish.
