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.