Brados

In the ancient realm of planet Brados,

Where energy comes from avocados.

There was the Three ruling for years,

As they were the only one to master,

The language of the sacred fruits' kernel.

See, that's what made them eternal.

It was a power many would seek,

But only few have ever found a leak.

There was a man skirting rules.

A Doctor in his lab had invented tools.

New devices, like no others,

Made of ice, without powders.

Now, he could whisper to the fruits ears,

Not only him, but also his peers.

A sweet melody of joyful tears,

That can free the fruits from fears.

To the palace, the news traveled fast,

Faster than a thunder, faster than a blast.

The man, they said had found a way,

To harness the energy as some would say.

The Three were furious, I mean how could he?

Defy the gods, the lords, and the society?

For decades, they were the ones to decide,

Of humanity's fate, good and bad.

By now you know who are the Three,

Who ruled forever with impunity

To their people they promised equity

To rule fairly without disparity.

Somehow, they forgot their dignity.

Blinded by their eternal cupidity.

They lost their sight, they lost their way,

The big picture, the big display.

That's what happens when money is in the play,

They took it all and got away

They crafted laws and shaped opinions,

Judging the heretics by millions.

In the name of maintaining orders,

They took lands and drew borders.

So what will become of them now?

Now that the Doctor found the how.

We are here, we see it all,

We just hope they'll have a soul.

By Wiam ATFI 

December 14, 2025