My Workplace

Some men had pledg'd their hard-earn'd property, To men with trust to make profit somehow; The latter’s performance was so dirty, They aimed to loot and blamed poor worker's show. These kingpins brought in such corrupt workmen, Who stripp'd the place threadbare to skeleton; And turn'd it soon into a vice-filled den; No one can crack the whip or use baton. No soul is honest or dedicated; The corruption-level is very high; To fools all power is relegated; The patients poor come here mostly to die? Oh what a place, so fine and wretched yet? It needs revamping right from scratch, I bet.