She said
corrupt my poem and give it rhythm
A tune,
A glorious sound from  a flute

a dimming hope for the poor
for the voiceless nation
condemned into filth

She said corrupt my poem and give it bills
For the years I've  spent learning
how to collect debt
from school to jobs
that I've never had
a Mistake or maybe a choice
I don't know

Corrupt my poem for the useless knowledge
that I've gained
for the money that I'll forever chase