THE TRAITOR'S TALE

In shadows cast by virtue's light,
A figure stands, forsaken, blight.
Unbridled spirit, wild and free
A curse to all who call him "we."

The kin he scorns, the kin he spurns,
To distant goals his heart now burns.
For glory's gleam, for power's kiss,
He walks a path where honor's miss.

Outcast from the land of birth,
His name is smeared, his worth is dearth.
In family's eyes, a traitor's mark,
He weaves betrayal in the dark.

Bootlicker to the enemy's creed,
He feeds his hunger,
sows the seed of discord in the sacred soil,
His people's dreams, he'll spoil.

For personal gain, he's cast his vow,
On treachery's altar, he bows.
For such a soul, no peace is due.
Cursed and belittled, this is his fate,
An outcast's tale, a traitor's state.