The Corruption Poem by David Welch

There is a corruption we all should abhor,
it starts on the left, and corrupts to the core,
cancer of the soul, if left to go on,
it takes bit by bit, 'till the whole soul is gone.

Makes people think that there are no values,
that everything's fine if it's ‘true to you, '
moral absolutes they loudly disclaim,
then turn and wonder why the world seems insane,
why their true feelings don't bring happy lives,
only leads to a black rage deep in inside,
‘being true to you' is a moral perverse,
with no standard to judge, things get much worse.
What's ‘true to one's self' for those fond of rape?
Should the serial killer show his ‘true' face?
And what of the types who change ‘truth' every week,
Then acts offended if anyone speaks?
The corruption permits them to silence all,
pushing more and more, until it all falls.

The corruption forces out all real beauty,
replaces it with the fecal and ugly,
Ttrows out the masters who's work defies time,
declares that splatter and blank space is ‘sublime.'
Renoir, Bougeureau, Bierstadt, and Degas,
masters whose paintings amazed all who saw,
now me have charlatans, ‘artist statements, '
an art world that can't uplift, just dement.
The same trend pus music into a plight,
ignore Beethoven, 'cause his skin as white,
no longer to Mozart do critics clap,
but ‘Bitches and 'hos, ' that's where it's at!
Celebrate decline, claim that it's ‘sincere, '
as it there's no ‘real' behind beauty and cheer.

The corruptions proclaims there's no need for faith,
then offers itself to take up its place,
God gets replaced by ideology,
starving, the corrupted grasp it fervently,
become true believers, it crowds out all else,
until those outside do not deserve help,
then out come the black masks, mobs in the street,
looking for infidels that they can beat,
and all the while they hold in their minds,
the belief that they stand on ‘History's Side.'
Making scenes at restaurants, plaguing the net,
thinking this evil will change people's heads,
unable to stand those who live other ways,
the faith of the corrupted badgers and brays.

The corruption even hates the personal,
proclaims that all of it is political,
the TV you watch, booze that you drink,
jobs that you might work, the thoughts that you think,
trying to bind them with chains of P.C.,
everywhere it demands supremacy.
Then it splits us into arbitrary groups,
your skin or your sex is how it defines you,
stray from the path the corruptions lays out
and it will destroy you, grind your life down,
slur you, boycott you, make up a false charge,
it will not tolerate a free mind at large,
you as a person will cease to exist,
no higher goal has the corruption than this.

There is a corruption we all should abhor,
it starts on the left, and pollutes to the core,
a terminal cancer that swallows you whole,
best to cut it out, if you value your soul.