The Corrupt man
I flap my tireless wing
Against the night's strong wind
From below I hear her faint shout
Which I do not doubt
Only to perch further away
And not much dismay
For you see am not that bird
Whom you know to go to early bed
Cos I do not fly for long
In this cold and dangerous world
For I haven't had a decent meal
This is no big deal
But I see a man eat in the shadow
With close and tight window
He is a greedy politician
Who makes baseless decision.
For corruption is born
At the early morning dawn
In broad day light
Out of every keen sight
Yet it sinks and melts
In every heart it felt
At pain, poverty and distress
Like the beautiful baby in a mess
Perhaps it is no fault of his
That all he has to do is fish
Into every available pocket
Cos of every file he dockets
But whose fault is it
That he has to sit
And hide every available truth