Vengeance Poem by Muhammad Shanazar

A few are considerate and truly nice,
Who mange the world very well;
The rest do the deed of mice,
Gnaw woven thread of fabric;
They are please to see around,
Scattered rubble in utter chaos.

Though they are men and women,
Apparently the fair creature of God,
Yet I see in them obnoxious beasts,
Poisonous cobras, scorpions of hate,
Fierce wolves demanding blood,
And dwell in them the spiky hogs,
Demons and devils are their guides.

Find I a coiled serpent in the self of mine,
Spurting out poison through fiery fangs,
Satan looks at the Adam’s children,
With wicked smile of demonial triumph,
On wreaking vengeance of His Fall.