“I’ve meet corruption on the street corner in the form of all that is deemed good.”
Sleeping with corruption..
I’ve meet corruption
on a street corner
in the form of humanitarian goodness
I was drawn in
hoping to preserve self
in a country collapsing.
As we talked I had realized
we had meet before
not sure where
we’ve spelt together several times,
we’ve broken bread at the kitchen table
you’ve feed me well
in return I’ve preserved you
as you took from others
but we shall call this a humanitarian act so your goodness is not affected
nor your comfort.
Now I remember!
you have hidden yourself
your vengeance hidden in acts of goodness,
selfishness hidden in acts of sacrifices,
your bitterness has stirred in the bowels of forgiveness,
your love rooted in hatred!
As our conversation ended I had realized how well corruption had taken care of me,
dare I let this go?
Corruption reminded me of this,
“I have seen a systems state of affairs
cause people to grab as much power as they can
no one votes for a ruling on self
for then they would be voting against themselves and how well I have persevered them.”