In the land where everyone is a liar.
In the family when leaders are corrupt.
What would we do?
In a house where trust is being bought?
Corruption like a demon.
It sucks a nation into an ocean of wasted blood, tears and sweat.
What do you think?
This life is dust,
It is ruined for nothing.
It deprives heros and idiots of peace,
Like bacteria in our veins.
What would you do?
In a condition like ours?
It is invisible to the naked eye,
Unfeelabe to the skin.
Corruption is a burning hunger.
Corruption in a country like mine,
Is deep rooted.
Connected to the veins of evil,
Which leads to the devil himself.
What would we do?
When bacteria kills each other.
Host on host, prey on prey.
Brother over brother,
Of sane race, blood and skin colour.
In destruction and isolation
We talk of democracy.
We talk of freedom.
When uniform men still takes bribe.
When religious leaders are found in shameful acts, depraved.
When schools and hospitals
Are now the lion's den.
All in the name of malpolitics.
In secret corners,
We hear truths as lies.
Wether true or false,
Corruption is marred as one.
Corruption is the dishonest of fraudulent conduct by those in power.
By abusing the power,
Crowned upon them by the trust of the masses.
They abuse the power,
Earn black money and spread it to capture more power.
©Madinah_Writes
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