Copyright © Priya Florence Shah
Money was their religion;
fame and clout, their crown
Cruelty was their way;
a dark and heartless town
They thought they were the masters;
living high on the hog
But Divine pulled the carpet
and choked them in their smog
Their laughter stained with venom;
Their eyes too blind to see
They built their thrones on ashes
and mocked humility
They danced atop the broken
Fed pride until it burst
But higher they ascended
The deeper came the curse
No mercy met their pleading
No gold could pay their debt
The warnings they ignored
Now became a threat
Now, shadows tell their story
A warning carved in stone:
“What’s built on blood and ego
Will never stand alone”
