Pellucid smiles and blanket grins,
Desires vile and bare.
Repulsive nerves and wicked sins,
From creatures dark and rare.
With motive lucid, well intent,
Direction somewhat flawed,
When faced with pardoned discontent,
Preferred is moral fraud.
A fallen creed, with blood dethroned,
Displaced conviction justly stoned,
Whilst plight remains preserved.
Written by Samir Chahine © 2018