Treacherous snakes in dignified disguises,
Spitting venomous lies in verbal war --
Alas! a plan, so the viper rises;
The truth is a mouse with its death in store.

Ambition waltzes in this masquerade,
While wallets expand from refined deceit,
The world but a toy in this grand parade;
Human dignity, they only deplete.

Is this dance of corruption true reform?
Can changes be made by these crafty suits?
Must we accept dishonesty as norm –
Or will labors of nobility bear fruits?

Yes! for though the snake has poisonous fangs,
The eagle will always soar above it.