The Big Bosses of Corruption

THE BIG BOSSES OF CORRUPTION Heads held high, moods lowered with intend They parade the highly peopled pathways As they gather recognition and fake trust Towards their deep well of luxury How they got up there A mystery down here Why they hang on that long As if it’s where they belong Their offices, turned hiding places From the masses they swore to serve Their utterances, electrified into hot blazes A privilege they do not deserve They would sit in their spacey scary offices Pinned on their revolving chairs Calculating huge sums in tiny figures Nodding and shaking their heavily loaded heads Outgoing calls are in their hundreds All in questionable directions Hours and hours of budgeted time Reduced to mere hello’s and bye-byes They would lion their faces When the masses call for audience They would then iron them back into places Having defeated the masses with nine carat promises They would finally gather in their strongest elite After hours for a collective toast Tribute to their long standing drive A day has just passed that deserves a boast By: Ihanovandu