You were admired for your wit and wisdom;
And all was well with your ideals and brilliance.
So they put you high up so that they can go up;
From a dirt-poor country and citizens in scraps.
It was too soon, they then realized;
For your wit and wisdom were not to be idolized.
Your bold speeches betray your dark intentions;
Fueled by selfish desires and shady actuations.
For all you care, they are all fine;
For what’s a penny when it earns you a dime?
But the years it took, you can no longer hide;
Your pocketful of pennies that you use to stay high.
Now, they all regret their well-meaning intentions;
With you high up, you pushed their limitations.
For in your life, you think that you can take;
All of your pennies down to the grave.
At the expense of integrity, you chose to go shady;
Saying your kind does the same anyway.
But you didn’t know they would discover your way;
As you squander what they give you each day.
That pocket of yours is what caused you to sin;
For your own sake, they said ‘empty your gain.’
For corruption is a norm, and this country is torn;
Your neighbor’s dying, cursing you with scorn.
Alas, your time has inevitably come;
With your wit and wisdom you bid to come home.
Welcome you’re not in the place amongst them;
A person so corrupt you can’t live within them.
So you beg and seek for their understanding;
Moving yet again the gambit of your gambling.
When this is all over, you will have your reckoning;
And they will pass by your grave spitting and singing.
‘Here’s to the pocket sinner,’ you’ll hear them belting;
‘With his sons and daughters the same thing in doing.’
For the sins you’ve committed are worth bequeathing;
For your kind of people whose values are nothing.
For the people who still practice their ill ways while the country is leering from the devastation of this pandemic.
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