Corrupt men call corruption, "monster",
Whereas corruption leads their duty roster.
This monster shall their abode infest,
Leaving no room for rest.
For every loot there is a roof,
The Assembly, your shield.
Once you irrigate the field,
There will be no proof.
Where is thy future,
My so-called fatherland?
If yours is in the dark,
What becomes of your children?
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