The Big Bosses of Corruption
THE BIG BOSSES OF CORRUPTION
Heads held high, moods lowered with intend
They parade the highly peopled pathways
As they gather recognition and fake trust
Towards their deep well of luxury
How they got up there
A mystery down here
Why they hang on that long
As if it’s where they belong
Their offices, turned hiding places
From the masses they swore to serve
Their utterances, electrified into hot blazes
A privilege they do not deserve
They would sit in their spacey scary offices
Pinned on their revolving chairs
Calculating huge sums in tiny figures
Nodding and shaking their heavily loaded heads
Outgoing calls are in their hundreds
All in questionable directions
Hours and hours of budgeted time
Reduced to mere hello’s and bye-byes
They would lion their faces
When the masses call for audience
They would then iron them back into places
Having defeated the masses with nine carat promises
They would finally gather in their strongest elite
After hours for a collective toast
Tribute to their long standing drive
A day has just passed that deserves a boast
By: Ihanovandu
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