Not a failure, they are ruled by corrupts who worship money and money to them is opium.
Here is my poem about the corrupts, from petty pilfering they graduate to genocide:
Dance of the Corrupts
Man courts corruption in a naïve sway,
blind to the path, the lure, the slow decay.
A sip, a glance, temptation’s sudden spark—
the line once drawn dissolves into dark.
Step by step, he joins the dance,
the devil’s rhythm, fatal trance.
First, the waltz—money’s gentle spin,
a smile of greed, the fall begins.
Then tango’s theft, a sensual crime,
hands grasp more with every time.
The rumba burns with lust and fire,
desires consume, high towers tire.
Morality crumbles, towers fall,
the samba beats in shadowed hall.
Evil dressed in polished guise,
children lost and truth denied.
Murder, ruin, cities fray—
jive of corruption, night and day.
Wine poured deep into the soul,
the devil’s tune takes full control.
Cameras flash, the mask is torn,
the hammer falls, disgrace is born.
Shattered glass, the music ends,
the dancer falls—no more pretense.
Yet still the devil prowls the floor,
seeking another to corrupt once more.
Khansaheeb
