To Be

Poem By Francis Duggan

It is true to be flawed is to be human the near to perfect to say the least rare
Many observe the unwritten commandment of your own self you always take care
In the Human World the real god is money despite what the religious do say
Since they too deal in paper banknotes though to their gods of the Universe they do pray
Money is the main cause of corruption many to come by it others have been known to deceive
That their gods will forgive them for their sins of embezzlement at least this is what they believe
Fraud and theft and corruption are rife in the twenty first century though any of these have always been a common thing
Many applauding a crook in disguise when a millionaire's praises they do sing
In this the age of the internet scammers those doingbusiness have come to be aware
That on the World Wide Web fraud is prevalent and crooks in disguise are not rare
That some people are far more flawed than others is not saying anything that is new
In these times of internet scammers the crooks in disguise are not few
It is true to be flawed is to be human gullible people by criminals are deceived every day
For them to become poorer financaially the price for their life lessons they do pay.

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