Rotten Paper

Hi Guys, it’s been a while since I dropped a poem. Here’s my latest piece titled, ‘Rotten Paper’.

Rotten Paper

• The big-bellied men are at it again

Sharing mint notes to buy silence and loyalty

Stacking up piles of the Country’s wealth to build an empire

• The sweet-toothed women are at it again

Dancing to the tunes of the wealthy piper

Feasting ‘up the hook’ to make a name for themselves

• The young men are at it again

Misled by the Spirit of the rotten paper to hustle by hook or make it by crook

And nightfall becomes the new daytime

• The greedy official is at it again

Controlled by the amount and smell of the bundle

Overturning judgments and embezzling funds

• The Little Church boy did leave the church gate again

With his offering at hand, he engaged the buns seller

With new pieces in mouth, his oily lips still pleaded for more.