Corruption
We learn of corruption
As if it were a whirl
Not of Cinnamon but of a plummeting jungle.
As a garden without cedar
Full of gasoline and no talent.
An airliner seeking Justice
Going ablaze.
Full of deceit.
Copyright © Virginia Starr | Year Posted 2006
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