Sonnet: Corruption

If hand is greased, no art can be kept clean;
The ‘canvas’ if greased, none can paint on it;
A corrupt society doesn’t want a ‘saint, ’
Men who receive bribes can’t have a straight Dean.

There is no compromise on health matters;
The learned quack can’t make connect diagnosis;
Imagine his treatment and prognosis;
In live’s test-drive, there can’t be defaulters;

Why must you blame the cook for the poor broth?
Blame thyself for the bad ingredients;
A candle-light will attract any moth;
Don’t blame the clouds for being light or dense.

There is a limit for corruption too;
Realize and avoid your Waterloo!

poem by John Celes
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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