In ruthlessness, good becomes obscure
Competition makes everything impure
A life of integrity becomes a rough ride
Innocence, in desquamation, loses its hide
Thus dims the light of spiritual radiance
Defeated by the flagellation of corruption’s variance
Deflowered and soiled are those that are tested
At the hands of the incorrigible powerful vested
Quiet dignity is hopelessly defrocked
Principles and ethics are, at the House of Caiaphas, flogged
Justice is a cloak bloodied with fraud
The righteous are with a crown of thorns horned
Yet, with wisdom, one should remind one’s self of
Not to be infected by looming evil’s cough
For goodness awakens eternity’s manifestation
Material havens are not one’s ultimate destination
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