Beneath the cloak of righteousness, they hide,
A face that shifts, a truth denied,
With words of gold, they weave their snare,
Yet in the shadows, they do not care.

Promises like fleeting stars, they fade,
In the daylight, their true colors displayed,
A heart that beats with double sound,
In their own lies, they are bound.

They preach of virtues, loud and clear,
But in their actions, deceit draws near,
A mask they wear, so finely crafted,
Yet their soul remains so dark and drafted.

Beware the whispers, the honeyed speech,
For in their grasp, the truth they breach,
Munafiq, with a smile so wide,
Hides the darkness they cannot hide.