The Unknown Death Of A Sick Mind Of A Mean Tyrant Poem by MOHAMMAD SKATI

A sick man whose limits are infinite Because he is an ugly man and an ugly Tyrant who slays his good people like Slaying poor and weak cows and sheep. He chose to confront and to face everyone And everything instead fixing things.
He looks at his good people with disdain And with great and bad disrespect.
He hates his pretty people because they Gave him their pretty trust at a time.
He never respects his wonderful people Because he is greatly mean and arrogant. He chose to hurt and to insult his great People because of his sick and bad mind.
He lives alone in his solitary confinement And he lives in his kingdom of evil.
A tyrant whose bad deeds and his ugly Aggression are spreading around everyone. He cheated everything and everyone because This is his nasty motto and his mean way.
He was born sick and has that disease of Being great in his blind and rude eyes.
He will die like any dead corpse because He was born dead in his heart and his mind. His unknown death will be a pretty mark Towards paving the way for the pretty freedom. This is the final chapter in a well known Tale of a criminal tyrant and his nasty folk.