The Corrupt
The arrogant and powerful,
fear nothing in their rape,
of the innocent and righteous,
blinded by their power.
Then their slide to hell begins,
their cloaks of invunerability stripped,
by the spotlight of truth.
Turned on by a single finger,
guided and protected by the Father,
no fear of what they might do.
The forces of right rally to the light,
taking down all that may stand in their way,
to render helpless,
those revealed now,
for all to see.
Copyright © Randolph Byrd | Year Posted 2016
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