My Editorial

An editorial of my life has been downgraded to a single page.

A page that equtes all of my accomplishments, to just having a pretty face.

And in this page, from top to bottom, I am described as a leader of my time.

But tell me then, young man at the typewriter, why I felt like a supulchral for the carcases of dead souls I have died?

Why is it that I feel that I have done more bad than good?

Tell me, oh whimsical clairevoyant on paper, why I did things I was never told I should?

You seem to know me so well.

After all, a full paper about me definitely equates to my hell.

So thank you, Mr. Editor, for writing my editorial of lies.

Though you sought to make me look good, your words blinded hundreds from seeing with unbiased eyes.