The brush is mightier than the sword,
But in high art society,
it's all about reward,
As corruption weaves its tangled cords,
And the true meaning of art is ignored,
Leaving only the wealthy to be adored.
In the art world, money talks,
And morals are cast aside,
As corruption seeps into every brushstroke,
And true artistry is denied,
Leaving only empty shells to be admired.
Paintings hung in halls of gold, The canvas of the corrupt unfolds, As high society's greed takes hold, And true artistry is bought and sold, Leaving integrity and honor out in the cold.
In this world of opulence and glitz,
Where the price of art is sky-high,
Corruption spreads like wildfire,
And justice is but a silent sigh,
As morality becomes the price to buy.
Culture consumed by corruption,
The art world rife with deceit,
Where the value of art is determined
By the size of one's financial sheet,
And true talent takes a backseat.
In the halls of art's elite,
Where wealth reigns supreme,
Integrity is sacrificed,
For the sake of a painting's gleam,
And morality is nothing but a fleeting dream.
From birth to death we all must go,
A journey full of highs and lows,
We live and learn, we laugh and cry,
The cycle of life, it never dies.
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