When the good turns bad

My life was about good things, and then it became bad.
It is exciting but it is also quite sad.
That I cash in on other people’s misery
Still the worry is that I don’t cash quite as much
Offering advice to prevent untold incidents
Doesn’t seem to prevent the morning paper with a dozen such
An ethics graduate, teacher and student,
I lie through my teeth now
And my victims know not how
It helps save selected few in the world,
From misery, deceit and murder some how.
But there is misery, there is deceit, there is murder everywhere
Reminds me there are people who kill out there.
They make those like me rich, and they don’t even know
You wonder who I am, I am a research analyst
I am concerned with crime rates, terror threats, security breach
I study patterns and notify trends
I look at rules which others have bent
I wish that I could save the world and update everyone of the dangers out there
But I can’t do that because of a non disclosure agreement
If I do tell, I will come across as paranoid and insecure
That’s quite ironical since on the past seven years of optimism,
I could have bet all my dough
It is perhaps what made me survive so far in the big bad world
But the big bad world triggered the bad wolf in my being
For my job requires untruthfulness, secrecy, insomia and insensivity
And previously, in my being, it was quite unseen.
I wish for a miracle, I wish everyday
That I get rescued from this sinful world of today
I hope to get rescued, I hope to rescue too
But that is a prerogative, of only a selected few.