Sadly (also)

My very thoughts
Were swept from  under my feet
By Insiderew. a fine poetess.
Of pedophile priests in their fine garbs
On the high moral grounds, but  
In the dirt their dastardly deeds we find.
Of wealthy men and their Paradise,
Yes, a Paradise of Gold
Such as in the Bahamas or any other
Similar fiscal haven turned  into Heaven
Where almost a bank per citizen  
You will find.
Of crooked cops chasing drug dealers,
Also stealing their drugs and cash
Right from   their cache.
Of politicians there to serve
But bought by pressure groups,
Getting votes by the thousands
And money in their coffers by the millions.
Sadly, in this world, much easier the negative to find
But let us hope that there is hope on the horizon
Otherwise the future is quite bleak
In this world ruled by men,
Ruled by sex, money, and greed.