I, corruption, a social evil,
Appears as a devil.
Good persons harass me
But I want to live free.
I can't bear this harass
I don't want to indulge me in this brass.
I tell you the fact,
Believe it or not, it was a cruel act.
My name was correction,
Cruel, cunning HUMANS changed it to Corr--up--tion.
They added "up" to it,
For me, it was a huge hit.
From then onwards. I never came down,
I kept growing own and own.
People think I am a crook,
Please gaze me with a better look.
They think I am guilty,
But I know your thinking is wee.
I know I don't have any fault,
But people use me as food with salt.
They have made my reputation worse,
By taking and giving out shillings from the purse.
I have grown so rapidly in the recent years.
These heartless humans have no fears.
This resulted in enormous tears.
Unbelievable condition of humans,
An urgent need for prayers.
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