"Erosion of Integrity"

In shadows cast by power's wicked game,
Where corruption's tendrils seek to lay their claim,
A silent force, like water's patient grace,
Erodes the moral fiber of this place.

Once noble hearts, now tainted by desire,
As truth and honor gradually retire,
The land of justice, once so strong and sure,
Now weakened by the rot that does endure.

Like raindrops falling on a mountain's face,
Corruption...