The corrupt
We hate doors and windows and ventilators,
Of open terraces we are professed haters.
Hidden doorways and intrigue-dipped lockets,
Secret basements and coded Dockets,
Concealed lockers and books that are cases –
Thrill our minds, our heart races!
We are the ones who flee at midnight
To gallop and sprint to our Swiss insight.
Then challenge the reports that malign us –
The farce of a sullen government fuss!
We deny, we wag a finger in disgust
While other fingers laugh at our lust.
We cry out loud, tell the world we have lost
And count the years of labour it had cost
But rejoice and celebrate in hiding and exile
And continue living our life of style…
We are the corrupt
And we love being just that
We love calling you, the world
A miserable twat!
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The Corrupt – a poem
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Arvind Passey
02 April 2017
2 comments
Dooars Tour Package says:
Jun 10, 2017
Hey, awesome site. I came across this on Google, and I am pleased. I will be definitely coming back here more often. Wish I could add the conversation and bring a bit more to the table, but am just taking in as much info as I can at the moment. Thanks for sharing. dooars
Keep Posting:)
Arvind Passey says:
Jun 17, 2017
Thanks a lot. I accept travel blogging assignments as well.