Ikuomola caspian


The Corrupt - Poem by Ikuomola caspian

His hand always longing for the product of the masses
Never think about the welfare of the downtrodden
Wealth, appetite for notes to be splash
His time is near to be in the hand of the prison warden

The heart of man as strong as iron ore
His gown flowing as if the wedding bell is ringing
He never know whose horse is gore
He is always with a foist smile, but never know what he is bringing

The coat of arm at his doorstep
Thinking he is the number one patriot
But nobody know his next step
Don't tell anyone, the looted notes are at the back of his chariot

Chief the honorable corrupt minister
It has become an open secret
Since we have know what he had administer
God is the only one that can save his soul

My dear countrymen, I hail thee
Never listen, he will think its fortuitous
Everybody knew you are an evil being
Lost everything including virtuous

I guess that is the end of the road
No, there is still more to loot
People can't stand with their hands fold
Because we have known the root


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, December 8, 2011



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