Corruption, the Blindfold

POET- Wilmot Benny Bullo POEM- CøRrupTïøn, The blindfold Blindfolded like that of the movie Bird box Our minds have been blindfolded, and at times I ask myself will corruption Which has been married to our nation and seek divorce be eliminated? Integrity has become a thing of the past and has been laid down to rest since and it grave has never been decorated with savouring colours but with colours of frustration Corruption has rained in every part of the nation and our houses have been flooded to the roof Now we are homeless,and we roam the earth with tears Killing anyone who stands in it way and leaving their families in tears and justice will never be served cause the doers are the investigators Hailing those corrupt leaders at the highest level and putting an end to those lives who fight against it like an animal We no longer see the positive things because our eyes are covered in dark by that endless blindfold and only God can save us from this agony