The Pharoahs Poem by Abdul Basit Ismail

Heart hard like iron fist.
Blood spilling like waterfalls.
screaming loud like lunatics.
They are the blood tasty giants.
Seeing blood makes them happy.
Blood all over their face.
The pharoahs roar like lions.
They are fierce and strong.
But who is going to rescue the vulnerables?
Ain`t there any man?
Where the so called gangsters?
Aren`t they got eyes?
What are they using their gangsty life for?
Just to cause riot in town?
Just to show off?
Just to hold carpentry tools in their hands.
shuddering to face the villains.
The spartan is on the verge of vengeance.
The spartan will fight the villains till their wreckage hour peeps it head out.