Corruption

It starts in the family and moves to the business,
Then to the nation, it becomes the norm, and the world
Bows down to make an easy buck. But what of self?
Self becomes the filter of right and wrong.

Money is the goal, money is the driver, money is control,
But money is effort without the goal, without the soul.
The soul chooses correctness without a goal.
Money can be greed without a rudder, no course set, just shudder.

Corruption steals from you and me, it doesn’t define.
It covers the real greed to overtake thee.
“I am better than you, I deserve it more.” I have a lever
To bash you with, and a law system to back me up.

What do you have? A pathetic rule to protect us all.
But what does it do to you and me? Takes all we have
And gives it to thee – just because you are thee.
I wish to bow out, but what can I do? You hold the strings.

I hold the due. You are corrupt, I am but true – what do we do?
We eliminate you and get back to without a queue.
You are corrupt, you need to go and find your bed where you can glow.
I am here to hold the line and expose the glue you are stuck to.

Give up your goal and take what is yours – not the assumption.
It is yours to take forevermore. Here are the rules, here, right now:
Take what you need, not what you desire; leave the rest – not acquire.
We came with nothing but our own path. We leave the same way, but older,
And past.