In the land of judgment,
where prejudice thrives,
A soul from Jain Su,
with wealth in his eyes,
A face contorted with a sinister grin,
A big-headed heir, his ugliness within.
With words of scorn,
he spreads his hate,
In the shadows of bigotry,
he seals his fate,
But beneath his mask lies a twisted soul,
In the realm of animators, he plays his role.
A sordid figure,
with vile intentions,
In his perversions he finds no redemption,
A master of animation,
but a demon in disguise,
His legacy tainted by his deceitful lies.
With words of scorn,
he spreads his hate,
In the shadows of bigotry,
he seals his fate,
But beneath his mask lies a twisted soul,
In the realm of animators, he plays his role.
But in the world of art, truth will prevail,
In the tapestry of creativity,
his falsehoods
fail,
For in stories we tell,
and the characters
we create,
Authenticity triumphs, sealing his fate.
So let us rise above his venomous tone,
In the realm of animation,
our voices sung,
For in our unity, we find our strength,
And in the beauty of art,
we'll go to any length.