Corruptus Interruptus


Civilization progresses at a snails pace.
Something that should be a disgrace.
Repeating over and over the worst of us,
Always creating turmoil and distrust.

Always those who see opportunity,
Trying to do something for humanity.
When they take advantage of trust,
And corrupt even the best of us.

Setting civilization back in time,
While citizens weep and whine.
Countless death and misery wrought,
While scoundrels remain uncaught.

A legal system to protect the crooks,
Leaving a bad taste and dirty looks,
When their lawyers and judges win,
Their cases of the most grievous sin.

Protected by religious mumbo-jumbo,
Corruption uses to take a tumble,
Down routes we should not travel,
Causing civilization to unravel.

Perhaps we will never come to a place,
Where leaders will no longer disgrace,
greatest principles we can embrace,
Avarice and greed to finally, erase.


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Corrupt Politicians Gathering Around Their
Corrupt Leader to Collect Their Spoils by Ron AI

The construction of the Bloated Bogus Bill shows us
that corruption is alive and well in the US of A.

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