In the shadows where whispers grow,
Corruption weaves its silent thread,
Stealing dreams that softly glow,
Leaving hopes and souls unfed.
Promises fade like morning mist,
Truth marred by greed’s embrace,
Where justice and honor coexist,
Corruption leaves an empty space.
Rivers of gold through tainted hands,
Flow quietly in the night,
While dreams of fair and honest lands,
Are lost beyond our sight.
Yet in the heart of every soul,
A spark of truth remains awake,
To rise against the darkened toll,
And mend what corruption breaks.