Crippling Corruption

At the age of four,

When scars were sour,

Feelings were plenty,

Words were empty,

At the age of ten,

Words learnt are few,

But I was true,

I went school,

To see some fool,

At the age of six teen,

I was into my books,

I forgot my looks,

Feelings went empty,

Words were plenty,

At the age of twenty two,

I turn into two,

I fed bribing,

Inside I am dieing,

At the age of sixty three,

I want to set me free,

I am afraid of wrong deeds,

No one is ready to share a seat,

At the age of eighty eight,

When I was on death bed,

Pillow was of gold,

But death is never sold,

The money I bribed,

Will never help after my life,

With that grief in my heart,

I died and fell apart