It seems like corruption is our definition.
As one gone here comes a next one.
Guns big, tall and long yet wi never mek one, not to mention the cost, so ironic them own by the poorest man.
Him can't clear a barrel much less a 40 foot container full of ammunition.
How them leave the port? Mi dead sure it couldn't be Bredda John, then it must be Missa Man.
It seems like corruption is our definition.
As one gone here comes a next one.
Van roll out, party wi sey, a hundred gran pull up fi dah song dey yah man.
Bare bling, chain big, customized clothes, shoes even di unda pants.
Mummy ball, granny ball, send ten gran fi clear your package mom.
It seems like corruption is our definition.
As one gone here comes a next one.
FLA! No man!, yu nah so sey de man a give orders fi kill a next man.
Oh! Yu nah care, yu nah hear what a tek place inna wi little island.
Gun licensing paid for, belly big teeth a grin.
What's next man?
By: Mark Burrell
" Corruption "
Mark Burrell
(C) All Rights Reserved. Poem Submitted on 07/29/2019
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Poem topics: mom, never, song, long, place, hear, chain, island, clear, corruption, definition, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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