Pablo Escobar: The Good, the Evil, the Devil
A Poem About the Man Who Blended Kindness with Cruelty
Author’s Note:
In this poem, we journey through the complexities of Pablo Escobar—exploring the good, the evil, and the devil that shaped his legacy.
He built empires, touched the sky,
A king in a world of shadows, high.
With wealth to rival kings of old,
He gave, he took, both fierce and bold.
For some, he was a savior true,
Building homes, with skies so blue.
But in his wake, the blood did spill,
A reign of terror, a deadly thrill.
A devil clothed in suits of gold,
A life of power, both bought and sold.
The good he did, now lost in time,
Weighed down by deeds so dark, so crime.
Pablo Escobar, the world still fears,
The man who shaped a thousand years.
A hero’s heart, a villain’s soul,
A good, evil devil—out of control.
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Abdallah Sherif
Crafting stories and poems where human imagination meets AI innovation, blending emotion, technology, and history with a touch of fiction to explore new frontiers of creativity and the lessons of the past.
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