Ode to the spiteful critics

Here is a poem I wrote a couple of years ago when I was posting regularly on a different forum. Certain people there took great pleasure in tearing appart peoples work. This was my retort, especially for them. Ode to the spiteful critics Insecure people with insecure lives, Moaning, complaining as jealousy thrives. Don't want change, but don't want things the same, As long as they're whining, it’s part of their game. Pessimism stifles each new innovation, Ideas blocked by dumb confrontation, Activists try to improve and expand But the cynics can't see, the logic that's planned Easy to snipe when they stand at the back, But their spite doesn't give them the talent they lack. They watch from the sidelines shouting derision As scorn is puked onto each new decision. Bitterness seen in the words that they spill As progress that's tried, they hinder and kill They're modern Luddites, who smash new ideas To hide all their panic and own bitter fears But sad little people live sad little lives, And green envy burns in their sad little eyes. So spare them a thought, forgive them their oddity Remember they're only a jealous minority.