Corruptions Many Faces Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

The clock ticks slow, a whisper nigh,
Ten fifty-six, beneath the sky.
A close call, a moment near,
When darkness whispers, close and clear.

Leaders lean, and money flows,
But laws and truth, nobody knows.
A shadowed web, tightly spun,
Where trust is lost, and justice undone.

Loyalty's a shield, held too tight,
To friends and kin, not public light.
No coins exchange, no money shown,
But seeds of rot, are deeply sown.

A silent theft, a trust betrayed,
When honest service starts to fade.
The hour draws close, the truth concealed,
In this dark game, hearts are steeled.


T.M.Solvang

(Based on Corruption Hunter Eva Joly's Words)