There was a time when man barbaric
Sword and lance hacked and hued
The body and souls of opposition
Laid waste with little thought had
Then men of ambition groped about
As men today grasped and cringed for
Without regard due those menial ones
Their existences easily given way
With selfish intention they trade
Others who live unknown, unmarked
But should another have come then
They too would join unsung masses
Hail, to their efforts and prestige
That they tread upon the faces of men
And fame cannot reckon offenses
For all men are born and so to die
No man can strike his temporal tether
And blame the gods for the cruelty
That claims the lives given by them
Thus ennobling an odious obligation
Hence power and corruption go
Recognized by pawns rebelling
That take the teeth from hatred
And give men freedom yet again
Great men are ambitious deemed too
But their motivations cast complete
Weary of those in desperation's realm
Wrought by their mediocrity gained
Those of self care not of welfare
For common men are expendable
Their troubles easily quelled so
By other malevolent once achieving
Ambition is then not criminal itself
But its close companion intention
It is the maleficent force impending
That can lay waste to good deeds
So ambition must tempered true
That the coals of community alit
Bear a blue fiery flame of purity
That intention cannot so bend
That measure of patience given
Is the forge that smelts ambition
With intention's strength aligned
So magnificence is birthed anew