Tender Vultures Poem by Charles Karia

Don't be tense when you find out,
That despite your bids being the best,
You never win any worthwhile tender,
For the tiny eye of a needle is easier,
To walk through in our hijacked town
Than get a bribe free tender soon.

The cheat sheet is crafted by vultures
Favouring long tongued tenderpreneurs,
Whose companies fits in one briefcase.
The CEO's wives and fat concubines,
Now greedily wait the filthy gravy train,
With raised glasses of champagne.

Cult members have already met,
The overfed town's who is who sat,
In temples of wine, vice and sins,
They have anointed their own sons,
To build the tarmac roads and dams,
The funds remain in known pockets.

It's easy to be converted by the foxes.
Unless you tear their demonic roots,
Mammon and overfed mortal friends,
Farts all the way to the tender banks,
To drink the peasant's delicious blood,
Rendering his emaciated future void.