PRINCIPLE IN RIPPLES
A firm believer he was
In virtue, he found grace—
Never strayed from the path
Temptation met with prayer
Holding fast to his faith.
Then came the union
Bound to a leech
A marriage of demand
Where every inch cost millions
And ends could no longer meet.
Like a poor tailor
He found himself short—
Unable to make life's fabric fit
He became a cheat
A man undone by his own hands.
Corruption took root
As lies piled high with each bribe
Those fervent principles
Once firm, now shattered
Like the frayed hem of shorts
Rippling into nothing.
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