Richard III

A crippled hapless body
With a twisted soul,
A clever mind perverted
To seek any evil goal,
A sociopath totally lacking
Any moral inhibition,
Yet, silver-tongued, he leads
All others to perdition,
To further his own cause
He'll make this world a holy hell,
While sanctimoniously he pats
Your back and treats you well,
He is a devil in a caring
Holy man's disguise,
If you avoid or ruin such men
You would be wise,
Nature shapes most men
Neither black nor white, but gray,
With good and bad all mixed
In a more neutral clay,
Rare is the man who is pure evil
In design and form,
Humanity would not survive
If such men were the norm...

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2007 Alfred Charasz