Corruption
Corruption
Fake men, fake job,
Everyone applauds.
Even those who don’t do anything,
They proudly shout.
Buildings, rooms so surreal,
Everything on the legit papers,
Nothing in real.
The foolish and corrupt are awarded,
The sincere are punished.
The former career is elevated,
The latter job is finished.
Stupid are the onlookers,
Who are nothing but pressure cookers.
Suffering heat from employees, whistle later on their families.
What can we say about this unruled mob,
No doubt I am talking about the government job.
Hoping for the day, when the sun will appear.
There will be neither any red-tapism nor corruption fear.
