By Rajan George
Crooks can never admire good deeds,
Though they claim they do.
Filled with vice and greed, they spew
Hatred from their tenebrous hearts.
Demonizing virtuous souls,
Is in their veins, they ne’er retire,
Casting aspersions on those
They view as threats to their scam.
They embezzle Public funds
When caught red-handed
Hide their crimes beneath
The veil of virtue, they despise
Incapable of doing good,
They take pleasure in slinging mud
At noble hearts that give so much,
To serve the nation they hold dear.
They whine, they rant, they never cheer,
No words of wisdom leave their lips,
Only expletives and spiteful jeers
For those they cannot eclipse.
No leadership, no plans for growth,
No virtue to their name,
Only pretense, conceit, and pride,
In their boorish, hollow claim.
A capricious mind who conceives
crime as virtue and virtue as crime,
would see no mirth in noble deeds
that fails to satiate his endless greed
