A CORRUPT LAND
In the midst of corruption,
Where there seems to be no perfection,
Where the rich rule the poor,
And the hungry feed on oppression.
What shall they all gain?
In greed, in selfishness and in threat,
But all shall be in vain,
And the earth shall rust their feet.
Where the poor is sober,
Looking for a place to shower,
The great and mighty,
Shall all be in power.
