When moneyed appear mono-eyed,
And eye the wealth ill-made,
And charity is mere eye-wash,
Corruption is well-laid!
When charity is for tax-sops,
Not truly from one’s heart,
And bribery is your main-stay,
God knows your wicked art.
When poor are fleeced and ruined more,
And common-man ignored,
The nation develops cancer sores,
Despite the treatment poured.
When business-men are in the helm,
And accrue pelf galore,
No nation can make foray much,
Nor poverty restore.
When leaders lie in film-star-style,
With promises unkept,
God will not bless the land they rule,
As measures turn inept.
When all the world is just a stage,
And many wear a mask,
Ruin is writ- a clear message,
No sun will shine to bask.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 19-09-2015
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem