Copyright © Priya Florence Shah
Scammers and criminals,
Circling the block,
Their whispers weave shadows,
Their hands on the clock.
Dirty money glistens,
A tarnished allure,
But shadows betray them,
Their acts insecure.
Dark cultists delight,
In whispers of pain,
They revel in torment,
A poisonous chain.
Yet justice awakens,
Her sword sharp and true,
For darkness sows seeds,
It’s the harvest that’s due.
Revenge plots unravel,
Beneath karma’s light,
Her vengeance relentless,
Through day and night.
The weight of their choices,
The echoes of cries,
Come crashing like thunder,
A storm in the skies.
Dark people, dark motives,
Cannot flee their fate,
For the tide turns swiftly,
And karma won’t wait.
