Donate Poetry

Service With Passion

You

You divert public resources and what's meant for others

For your selfish personal gain

Yielding misery for innocent beneficiaries

As you amass more and more wealth and joy for yourself

You

You station yourself in "dark" corridors of public places

Pretending to be of help to service seekers who linger there

When your major role is bridging

Linking clients to their tormentors camped behind the "dark" corridors

Always ready to evade doing what's right

In favour of unleashing torment

On already traumatised clients

Telling them, "Nothing for nothing, something for something."

You

You are paid to serve the public

But you toss them left, right and center

Telling them you don't eat their empty words

Asking them for transport

When you have a government vehicle for that purpose

Asking them for a stone to put on their files

Squeezing weeping blood out of teary stone

Barely realising the invitation of curses to yourself

Your offsprings will enjoy suffering

Innocently paying for what they never took part in

God will never ever forgive you for your acts

Repent now, or else you will rot in hell