Hypocrite

Standing on the shoulders 

Of many a giant and humble,

I know not I am vain,

Till I stagger and stumble;

Reading the books of the wise,

Listening to what they say,

I admit not my ignorance,

Treading  on what they paved 

I feel it's all my way.

Enjoying freedom and  peace,

Thanks to many martyred a hero,

I regret not, being useless,

I am nothing, I give nothing,

But arrogance and sorrow.

Living on the brightest ideas, 

Of those who have tried and toiled,

I acknowledge not they aren't mine,

I tell no one one I am crook and spoiled.

Yes, I am such a hypocrite, 

So I always pretend,

My indispensable existence, 

To humanity and beyond.