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title: 'The Ugly, The Bad, and The Despicable'

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# The Ugly, The Bad, and The Despicable
**by Syakina Nour**

I

Castle by the shores of the sea,
Sea of blood tainted the precious silk,
Silk of deceit woven in lies,
Lies here great tragedy of the greed,

The sheep herded in circle, blindfolded,
Blind, oblivious of the wolf pack,
The wolf cunning, rotten, merciless,
With mercy of Thou, would they perish,

Puppets are at the disposal, ready,
Ready to be played to the tune of power,
Power so potent, they emerged a saint,
Saint or Leprechaun herded the pot of gold?

II

Democracy is all but functioning and fair,
Killed by the one at the top and below,
To whom should it serve? To whom should it work for?
Like a weapon, obey to the command of the wielder,

A gentle breeze is, but a deadly blow,
For verbal punches are just that, powerless,
Useless against the devils whose words are the law,
For once be fierce, be courageous, my fellows.


III

Black smokes engulf the city, the whole nation, painted them all in ash black.
A speck of light gleaming like moonlight, shines up above the dark sky.
The reflection of the sun it’s not, but the dazzle of castles of precious stones.
The heavenly beings, untouchable by the worldly plight, flaunting their ornate robes to the pheasants.

Sitting on their thrones, built with lies and deceit with no ounce of shame.
Heart is a big diamond, in the colour of ruby, cold and hard to touch.
Blessed with silver spoons and golden wings, scoffed at the weeping pheasants’ bowl.
For the lowly beings’ tears are worth less than the water dripped from the eaves.
