A crime illegitimate-legitimate
Like wild fire it spreads
No one dare to interrogate
For they are the one to adjudicate
The masses: who will plea for their course?
Corruption Alas! Is a sin of mind and thought?
Yet not always by those on top or bourgeois
It is a pain brought on man by those too ambitious
Woe betide those who want to get them probed
Safety is far from them even in their own abode
Who and where shall we go cry the people
But tears wasted for everything seems crippled
A crime eating deep like the weevil
A crime with ink and Egyptian Cyprus