The Corrupt Intellectual Poem by Ivan Brooks Sr

The Corrupt Intellectual



Knowledge is power, it is the power to empower
It's not just power to chase corrupt job offers
Oh Maybe it's the perfect way to become a liar
Don't use it to embezzle from national coffers
Such a knowledge is corrupt and very dishonest
Knowledge skillfully applied to steal is Zogoism
Public position of trust isn't a stealing contest
Yes, embezzlement is bad a crime, so is nepotism.

Knowledge is useless when it's only used to steal
Have you ever seen the kids in West Point and Bong?
Come on mr corrupt intellectual, let's be very real
Oh is it the power to compose a long poverty song
For all homeless kids to sing in Bassa community?
With couple of verses about how to be very strong?
Indeed embezzlement is a sin, sin against humanity
Tell me Mr intellectual, tell me if I am so wrong
Embezzlement is a crime and you lack patriotism
Mr corrupt intellectual, this weak power is useless
If it's used to steal, harm and spread Tribalism
Tell me Mr intellectual, why are you so heartless?

Knowledge is power, power to empower the poor masses
It's not only power to educate your own kids abroad
Whilst the rest of the kids sit in roofless classes
And each damaged classroom haven't even a blackboard.
It is evil if learned people steal from the masses
Embezzlement is big crime, so is lying and favoritism
It echoes when kids learn sitting near oozy sewages
Yes corruption is a crime, so is lying and cronyism

Knowledge is power, power to empower all our women
It is not power to exploit and abuse them repeatedly
Neither the power to abandon them with the children
Tell me Mr corrupt intellectual, isn't this cruelty?
Power is not measured in the illegal wealths amassed
It's the plus they have when the poor have to hustle
Neither is it counted in the tons of gold possessed
Their crimes goes beyond the millions they embezzle
Tell me now Mr corrupt intellectual, how do you feel?
When you drive bye those you called silent majority
Those who can be fed a year if you sold a car wheel
The people who gave you power to use your authority.

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Ivan Brooks Sr

Ivan Brooks Sr

Monrovia, Liberia
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