The conspirator’s voice is less than mellow <br />His heart is black. His eyes are anaemic yellow <br />He bullies like an unattractive drunkard <br />With hoodlum deeds and vulgar words <br />And should a human interfere <br />He attacks with furore with no fear <br />I cannot help but deem that this debacle; <br />Is just another scheme of evil. <br />Men of the state who live injustice <br />Clandestinely worship the Genghis <br />Soon your time for self-worship will come to an end <br />And not even your pride will befriend <br />So whatever you want to affirm is pointless; <br />Your about to be proven guilty without prejudice<br /><br />Zaheed Patel<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-lost-art-of-murder/
