The Functionary

A high functionary...
Honored and praised...
By subordinates...
Like a king...

It was really lovely life...
All was felt comfortable...

The position that often was misused...
Even at stake...
Only to increase the wealth...

However...
When retirement arrives ...
No more flattery ...
No more allowances of office ...
All gone ...
Like in swallowed the earth...

The wealth..
That previously was received...
By way of unlawful ...
Have merged in the blood...
Leaving a disaster ...
Suffering ...
Up to seven generations...

Such was the process of the life...
The glory and the popularity...
Only was temporary...
Humankind has been taught by goodness...
But not obliged ...

We realised the mistake...
When the pleasures of the world ...
No longer could be felt.