Ravenously, they descended
Upon this honeyed land,
The old foxes,
Pretending lambs!
Devouring fleshes to the bones,
Leaving only decays.
This is beyond the Chicks' scope,
The acclaimed true owner of the future.
For the foxes are formidable force,
A caucus, cabal, no fresh brain can fit into.
That's how the land continues...
In the old unyielding ways
Until the Chicks suddenly awoke
From their fretful roosts,
Beating the drum of violence
To End the 'Sars' not created a day.
In camera, many of them worshipped
Their targeted foes,
Eating the drops from their tables,
Trading their birth rights for Kobos.
That's how the land continues...
Foxes drink from bloody golden mugs,
Laughing and mocking:
"How are they going to win against us,
When our ears are at their castle walls?"
So, the Chicks plotted their own fall,
Thinking they're about overthrowing
The vultures, throwing corns at them
From tall, large castles,
Waiting for their carcasses after death.
Crimes, fear, greed, indolence...
Their chiefest enemies, killed the Noble course.
The Foxes picked their teeth with their bones broken.
By
Ibraheem AbdulKareem
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