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Dec 2022
It was in a third world country
riddled with corruption
rife with bribery
backhand payments here and there
all kinds of misdeeds and misdemeanours
all over the place
unfairness and injustices rampant
To get on
you have to grease palms
to get anything worthwhile done
you have to know somebody or somebody who knows somebody
and be ready to show readies large or small
peoples are suffering
peoples are missing out
peoples are dying every hour every day
This is not right I said
this is unfair and so so wrong
I refuse to be a part of this I said
never!
oh! you'll change your mind
you're only sixteen year old
No way says I
my father has never taken bribes or bribe anyone
yes he's lucky and people know he's a godly man
there are very few of those types around
well I am my father's son and I refuse to be part of this system
Listen, young boy
if you do not join, you will be unpopular, ostracized,
not part of clique, no parties, no fun, and given a bad name
and you will get nowhere
can you not see everybody does it
its a majority thing, who are you to challenge that
I do not care, I said, ban me, banish me, make me what you will
corruption is wrong, unfair, illegal, inhumane and evil
and I promise you I will rather die than be a part of such evil
Yeah, that was me decade and decades decades and decades ago
I am now old and grey
and hey! I have stuck to my guns
I told you I am my father's son........
Yenson
Written by
Yenson  M/London
(M/London)   
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