Are We Corrupt Poem by hamid kareem

i have tasted blood
pricling oozing fresh from my river
i have enjoyed the sanctity of its wanderings
percieved of its fresh dewy smell
and partaked of its troubles

we have drank off our sweats
on the field, under the sun
while tilling and walking our land
our mouths are salty and parched
not from thirst but our sweat
the dry, dry salty taste of our works

lugibrous eyes rove in the air
intensity sharp, glistening with greed
an hungy man is an angry man
look in their faces the signs will tell
smell past their perfume, the stank is thick
they have tasted of their sweat
perieved of the royal waer line
and for them nothing more matters but survival
are they now corrupt