Betrayal
Bound by my words can't I be, selling my soul for our better I feel, isolated by this world, barely anyone can I see, endowed with the worst wound (reputation) I might never heal. People despise of me and my soul, declaring me a cynic, my body and my core, I wonder my critics are unbiased enough to give me a score, for who would turn Karna and who Arjun (Mahabharata) for the achievement of their goal. The act of turncoat has changed the course of history, some well-planned while some being a mystery, some greedy for the thirty pieces of silver, selling Jesus to the crude, some patriotic to the Holy Roman Empire, sacrificing of a mate by "Et Tu, Brute?" Rarely can a convict justify this marvellous tragedy, the plaintiffs have many though, some portray disgraceful rhapsody while some utter profanity, the fact remains the same, all of this does have a purpose, there is The Good, The Bad and The Ugly, all creating nothing but a ruckus.