That which buys the soul
By killing the conscience
To make right appears unrighteous
To make wrong appears righteous
Beyond the laws that govern man and nature
That which buys the dirt and covers it with gold
That which buys the gold and covers it with dirt
Without least concern about the world around
Nor about the laws to abide
That which unbuttons the shirt in the secret corners
And unzip the pants to quench the thirst
A little trifle worthless desires to gather amass
To make the false appears truly true
And to cover the fire with newspapers
And that which burns water with greediness
And that which fans breeze into typhoon
And that which cools typhoon into breeze
Lies still in the pocket of humankind.
To escape the heat of law
To fight the justice with injustice
Corruption goes all the way
To get all the knots undone
In trickily unknown ways.
Corruption goes deeper
Unto places of worship too
Fighting for power and status,
God too they bribe,
And, God says shhhhh
Don’t tell anyone!!!!
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