Auckland New Zealand
Deception, like a viper, lurks
‘Neath every stone of human works;
In all the fields of our endeavour
Lies his agenda..... subtle......clever.
His motive, as a virus, spreads
And infiltrates ambitious heads;
Corruption’s spectrum knows no bounds,
No refuge from its baying hounds.
Scheming, plotting, cunning minds
Devising minefields of all kinds
That honest man and learned scholar
Be parted from their hard-won dollar.
And who has not yet felt his bite?
His plans are laid both day and night;
He knows no shame, nor feels remorse
Yet through your veins, hot blood shall course!
Short lived, the serpent’s profit gained,
His hands shall be forever stained;
Yet ne’er will reconcile his goal
To gain the world..... he sold his soul.
© Rod Walford 1999