Dirty Hands

DIRTY HANDS by JOHN M. ARRIBAS Little boys playing with mud and silty sands Will return to their houses with dirty hands Mom will scold them, but knows what to do A little soap and water, they’ll look like new Soap and water doesn’t clean off all stains Especially those amassed from ill-gotten gains Those boys will grow to men and go on their way Confronted with selections each and every day All have the choice, a conscious creed election Conduct with principle or live with deception Ethics apply, rules obeyed, as society demands Tread the line cautiously avoid dirty hands A quick gain of treasure due to fabricated facts Will no doubt lead to more disingenuous acts Wealth will grow, applause and fame may follow Despite images to the contrary the core is hollow Conscience is muted a false illusion commands Its always the same for those with dirty hands Predation of the ignorant by well connected gentry Swayed by promises that usually come up empty Lifelong politicians rise to the top of the heap Fooling the public with promises they never keep Attaining the apogee and the attention it commands Could not have been possible without dirty hands Wealth and power is the ultimate goal Dirty hands are the symptoms of a toxic soul