When is the act of corruption admitted to be corrupt?
When those who denied its existence,
Now are convinced of it.
And those they offended by calling them names,
Are not heard as loudly voicing their complaints...
Or protesting to be restained by police,
From financial institutions where people have lost...
Their investments and their minds.
Leaving behind the ones who now watch,
Freed from playing truth or dare to stare at this...
As if entertained while jingling some change,
They play with that still remains in their pockets!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem