Corruption Exists

A chilling tale, this alone you will find

Of a girl, you see, matured before her time.

Do not doubt the truth of this rhyme,

For you see… it was an unforgivable crime.

She was young, just like others too,

Played like a child, went to the zoo,

Ran and hid, jumped and flew,

But it was inevitably replaced by the new:

Corruption exists, even more virulent than flu.

With a death in the family, she aged before her years,

Learned the life of the poor, learned to hold back her tears.

Taught to always obey, never to give in to fears:

In the end, it was betrayal she neared.

Brought to the clubs, she could not resist,

Drugged every night, beaten with fists,

Only to wake with memory clouded in mists,

Her old life, every night she would miss.

This taught one lesson: Corruption exists.

Finally, after years of such pain,

The clubs were destroyed when the soldiers came.

Tears of joy on her face, she escaped into rain,

Clueless she was, as to the growth of infame.

She would live on the streets, alone in the gutter,

Barfing up crap and filth, denied bread and butter,

Even at sixteen, her wings would not flutter,

Though she did not know… this truth still cut her.

Corruption exists, hidden behind closed shutter.

One day through a window, she saw a neat gem,

Her eyes it mesmerized: she needed them,

More problems from this seemed to stem:

Kleptomania was born, this the soldiers condemn.

They locked her away, forced her to submit,

They gave her no choice, she agreed to commit,

Forced to do tasks with not one bit of payment,

This life was not fair, she had to admit.

Corruption exists, and she was a magnet.

One word could define: she was a slave,

Through backbreaking work she wanted to cave

Into despair, but though death she did crave,

No opportunity was she gave.

2 years later she was given release,

Allowed to leave GUN, for a little peace,

She continued to steal, even from police,

They turned a blind eye, maybe her bad luck did cease?

Corruption exists: never does it decrease.

She was given a chance, chance to start anew,

To make her own club, one without a pole too,

But GUN took it down without further ado,

Just like that, as if on cue.

Reduced to nothing, in such a short time,

Her life had been plagued by crime after crime,

She lay down in her dead club's flaming grime,

And passed away silently, leaving behind one last rhyme:

Corruption exists: Rouge was taken before her prime.

Inspired by a similar poem. This is based off a short story featured here:

fanfiction .net/s/4909788/23/The_Dark_Side_of_the_Hog

Maybe next time you'll think twice when you see the truth. Corruption is all too real.