A Hypocrite Poem by MOHAMMAD SKATI

Who is the hypocrite? Is he a liar? Is he the one who breaks his word? Is he a cheater? Yes, yes, a thousand yeses, a million yeses, a billion yeses, and a trillion yeses he is all these mentioned before. Wow.Wow.Wow.All these? A liar.He is not a liar, but the biggest liar. A promise breaker.Of course, he is. A cheater.O my God.A Very big cheater. A hypocrite tells lies bigger than himself. He is bigger than any balloon on earth. When he is promising, never trusts him. Never faithful in anything Except in his lies. He cheats and cheats Until his feet go to his grave. Like a rat he never does a good thing, But dirt and hypocrisy. He flies in lies away With his wings made from wax That the sun melts. A big liar he is. He is the biggest liar even If compared to any treeless mountain. Lying, breaking, and cheating All his rotten life. Everyone knows him, But they sit with. Although not trusted, but he has a company. Appearances are his and Whom they like. Rotten like a nightmare. Deserted like an empty well. In public very well known and In secret very well known too. What do you say about him? A hypocrite is the one whose heart filled with hypocrisy. He has no dream, but always has nightmares. A hypocrite was born and To grave goes like this. Never his roses or flowers smell good His fragrance is rottenness. He is like a scattered cloud, but no rain or life. Good-looking but nasty he is. Mean -no one trusts, loves, or believes Except his own clan. Sick in his heart, but no medicine . His heart is made of stone. He loses never wins When we know our opinion. A hypocrite never changes himself, But we can isolate. A bad name is called: a hypocrite.