Corruption Poems | Examples of Corruption Poetry

Me and my god, we made a bet and if I was right he’d clear me of debt That pain was in-fact inherent to men That hell was a place before their was sin I spoke of war, what man’s will had brought to Eden and Rome, the battles they fought How freedom was gained when kindness was...

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Evil… …does not …will not …cannot Control… Evil… ...

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Tip Of The Iceberg Millions losing jobs. Artificial Intelligence. Software development. A reality check. Knowledge is burning up the world. No confidence toward the future. Tip of the iceberg. Recognizing the end is near. A I is our replacement. Rapidly torrent with no reverse. Mankind is dying. The work-force is dwindling. It’s in our nature...

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When the lines are blurred How can we tell who we are anymore How do we know when innocence begins and when it ends Or if it ever really happened At all This was not everyone's experience But it was black children's For a black boy who had to be a man Before he could be a child...

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With the weight of the world In your hands You quickly learn and understand Dependency is something to be ashamed of When you hand that weight to someone else You wanna take it back You practically beg So you don't see them in the same pain With the weight back You begin to crumble And all 8 billion of the people And all...

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He was strong in life But even stronger in death He refused to be forgotten So he stained the pavement in his blood A haunting reminder of what was done His blood spoke more than words could It's echo mourned his childhood To his friends and family he was the embodiment of love To the system they called him a thug How can that...

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Dope seller Fine feller Give me the fuel For the duel Cruel empire Holy spire Power of poetic thoughts lots Humans ate eat or are food Every meat company should be sued But really dont we enjoy eating carcass Its the darkness We like the most Gleaming in day What doth thou knowest Nothing but blue Nothing but you A comfort to lie in my bed Dreaming of nothing but darkness With screams...

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~ Mellow Meditation ~ ...

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Love is desire the name the lust the passion the fire the burning of the ashes as required Sin is everyone even when we were born, the mother's womb is the reason why pain is born On earth as it is in heaven we fight among each other as our sin shed blood among together Darkness is us, as corruption is the world allowing sin to breathe...

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Tigers in the tall grass. Bruins in the buckwheat. Sirens, sing of sassafras! Eagles, time to eat... Linger, O my looking-glass... Red run in reply. Languid liquor, poison gas! Death, glance at me sly... Frankincense burned on the tomb? Ashes, coat the walls. Belladonna, how you bloom! Funeral, how ye palls! Pyramid, best to get rid? Gold on rim, crater? Hell and Heaven, hid or bid? Only if you're sure! Wind,...

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The world shows us one thing, but behind it, something darker lives. We’re told stories shaped by power, not truth. They write history to fit their plans. They call it help, but it's control. Rich men send poor men to die in wars over land, oil, and power. And we believe it's for freedom. Every minute, a man takes his own life. Every day. But where’s the...

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The morning filled with beauty and luster creeps slowly under the mangrove tree and anchored along the tropical coast where the skies, sea and my lover frequently meet. Something unusual was going on there that disperse tension in the atmosphere and the shrubs planted along the shores breeds a kind of bird that make their...

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Over six decades slinging dirt around reckless hearted one over six decades having dirt slung at me Time to get out the bleach scrub things clean Join me?...

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AI is fake, like serving a box of cookies ~ pretending you baked!...

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Graciousness forms the apparel of the meek, tempered in blistering hues of aura crafted with the breath of exhaustion sinking deep into the soul of the soulless, there it wanders with eyes open wide, a pop of life silenced by its surroundings, forsaken lands filled with despotic nature, crucified their interior along with their exterior, proceeding cautiously as it gravitates toward the center, connecting humble origins placing the palm...

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