Greed’s Devotion

Greed’s Devotion

Post Office, the guardian of trust,
Where secrets sealed, now lay in dust,
Behind the scenes, fraud unveiled,
An empire built on lies, unassailed.

Investigations led by those corrupt,
Their morals void, their conscience rupt,
With each postmaster imprisoned, locked,
They reaped rewards, their pockets stocked.

Dismissed as crooks, the victims fought,
Their innocence denied, justice fraught,
Their lives upended, shattered dreams,
While the fraudsters reveled, it seems.

Thousands of pounds in tainted gains,
Stained by the suffering, the agony remains,
For the love of riches, they turned a blind eye,
To the lives they destroyed, no remorse to apply.

But truth cannot be hidden forever,
The deceit unraveled, bonds did sever,
A scandal exposed, in the public’s glare,
The postmaster’s cries echoed in the air.

The Post Office’s facade now crumbling fast,
Beneath the weight of injustice amassed,
The victims’ voices rising, demanding reparation,
For the stolen years, the robbed elation.