Corruption in the morning

The dawn breaks, a promise of a new day,

But shadows linger, where corruption plays.

Bribes whispered low, deals sealed with a nod,

Justice twisted, a mockery of God.

The morning sun, a beacon of hope, shines bright,

But its light is dimmed by the encroaching night.

Power wielded with greed, a heavy hand,

The innocent suffer, across the land.

A cycle of darkness, a vicious game,

Where corruption reigns, a shameful shame.

Yet, in the hearts of the just, a flicker of light,

A beacon of hope, shining ever so bright.