Corruption Poems | Examples of Corruption Poetry

Mandela, forgive us— When Robben Island set you free after twenty-seven winters, You stepped into sunlight and showed us the way. You taught us peace when the world expected vengeance, You offered us hope when our hearts were torn. Your vision was a land reborn, A South Africa dignified, A rainbow nation rising beyond its past. You told us to do better— But oh,...

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It was a misty morning in Moscow— When fate and palm first softly crossed, In gilded halls where secrets sleep, I met a man both sharp and lost. An oligarch with eyes of frost, Berezovsky, his name well known, His smile—a veil for storms within, His heart, a throne turned into stone. He ushered me with silken grace, Into his room where silence spoke, "Read...

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( L A. Times - A cogent and accurate commentary by Member - johntomas ) You recycle a common but baseless accusation that NPR and PBS have become “left-leaning,” when in reality, what’s often labeled as “bias” is simply truthful reporting on deeply troubling actions -- including Donald Trump’s sustained attacks on...

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Two diverse paths lay, The rough path tell the tales Tales of what lays ahead The smooth path tells no tales Both lead to same destination Our choice stared at us The heart seeks honour Rough path they thread Their desire, they must not faint The cheers of their leader, Echoes through the lonely path The smooth path, leader thread, In honor, loyalty stand. “Aye, my enemy...

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In public, it shows dominance it threatens and pretends But later on in private calls it grovels to make friends It begs the leaders to make deals they mock it everywhere The butt of jokes, the world around it thinks that it’s a player Filled with all the foulest traits a creature can contain Greed and racist, bigotry a narcissistic stain And every place the Thing has...

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So far, they go - A distant throw - Down simple snow - Forgotten. And yet, a maid - Through crime, parade - And riches swayed - Ill-gotten. The weak confide - Then run to hide - To turn the tide - Now rotten. A dream, they’ll fade - The cuts, been made - No chance, persuade - Stained cotton. ...

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O' merciful O merciful full of American turmoil Swallow me up maybe many and fight against me what kind of child of God am I A child I am afraid I will trust in thee alone O' God I will praise His word and God I have put my trust in you God I will Not fear flesh can do ...

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O, vilest of vile high-haughty poems To you professors’ studies are so oft homes The fetid waters of PhD’s, nekkid, you swim well in ~ Though the proper home...

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OF FOOD AND WARRING (A TANKA QUIENTET) Juxtaposed bombs fall… Food’s down, starvation rising… Death…collateral… Thus, war’s new reaping of death: Food uprooted and destroyed:- Food’s an enemy, Seeking to eat, deadly: Starvation killing:- Thus, be war’s new strategy: Piled skin covered skeletons:- Ironically, All this is merely Breaking News! War’s politicking: Pontificating power; Not nourishing peace and love:- May these fruitful thoughts Excite your hunger for peace And its divine love:- Not...

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Now there once was a man called Obama who did more grievous harm than Osama. At Hillary’s coax they conspired a hoax so coming your way is some bad karma! Written: August 2025...

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i taste my tears i shake my head scream and shout someone please shut the noise out. YEAH! that's how i feel but not for your eyes it's some kind of vulnerability that I don't like to be I kick and wrap my arms around me all so tight sometimes I need to feel but not for your eyes...

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As she twists within, Consuming our minds with fear and loathing, And when we lose a petal each day because of her, We forget. For every time I have wept beneath the terrors of past events, Under the shadows of his hand and my still youthful eyes, It was pain that I feared, And yet I had forgotten why she was there. She...

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Indeed dear readers, there is such a book.. Yet In my deepest boredom, I have never looked.’ Foresooth and in truth; it’s been fifty years.?since I glanced in his direction..I’ve no desire now to Subject any ears’ though they be of barley.? Or even corn.. I bind to no disputed lyric Origens I’d druther indeed be forelorn. Cast on An isle...

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The rich and their money, the rich and their caviar. The rich and their parties, the rich and their friends. The rich and their polo shirts, the rich and their tennis matches. The rich and their trust funds, the rich and their mansions. The rich and their cars, the rich and their speedboats. The rich and their engagements, the rich and their affairs. The rich and their absolutes, the...

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He's standing on this Aussie man.! using his position to Probe the plan.' Wake up Australia be no longer fooled Look at the architecture..in Canberra' think on Davos and draconian rules! read dark Dark policing by John Stapleton.) another of our hero's Who is (far from wrong) a seasoned writer from the trenches of strife.' A giant of a...

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