We’ve always complained about how corrupt our government is, how corruption is a norm and an SOP rathern than a bad apple that needs to be thrown out. But what’s worse is that this malady is not limited to the high echelons and top brass. The worst of it is that many of us are either too scared, too tired or too hopeless to do anything about it.
Let me tell you a story about a seemingly simple misallocation of funds. The problem is, the person who told us this story seemed so unconcerned that this was public funds being used for personal gain–and this person had the gall to assume it was super okay.
For obvious reasons, let me tease a bit by sharing this as a limmerick.
There was a man we met along time ago
Who lives and works in a place named for a hero
Where he works kinda means itch in Tagalog
A place where security is logged
The man and his friends are all underpaid
And with so much work, their dedication’s obviously waned
So to make ends meet
And some extras and fun to boot and fit
Their hands dipped into public coffers
To take some riches because temptation offered
Their lives went from rags to some riches
To treats and vacations in great beaches
Their sons they transferred to a school near hills that are green
Their daughters likewise had niceties they never had seen
Their wives of course got some niceties
Swallowing their pride and dignity
Why not? They wanted not no more
Never mind that the means were rotten to the core
But the wealth they stole, little did they know
Probably caused someone to die needlessly by a bullet from a foe
The wealth that could have helped so many people
Went to a few who refused to live a life that’s simple
The people I am alluding to are friends. But I don’t think I want to just stand by and let the evil happen.
Because if we want to find that golden destiny, we have to take destiny into our own hands
