Men unscrupulous

We are men without scruples.
We live by the splendor dazzled
And all eager benefactors,
But the truth are always elusive,
Those lie always dubious.

Misfortune is just carelessness,
When crooks reveals at once.
Without character, without remorse,
No pity, no pain,
Without pride, without honor.
Petty and venal,
We get what we want
By any means shady.

We are men without scruples.
Our path is founded and is supported
Of universal infamy.
The vacuum as an essence.
The posture solemn embrace,
But beneath the gold of arrogance
There is nothing.

Here is the land of men without scruples,
Here the ethic does not spring.
The garden to look her best,
Mimetic cultivates flowers of evil.
While moving the spectral cynicism,
Laughter from our mouths misfortunes.
And the craving for undue profit
Dire joy dwells:
Success at any cost,
Nothing else matters.
We abortion greed.
Our real emotion characterized the ciphers.
The curse on us or not impregnated,
Words unexpressed profile proclaims,
His face innumerable:
Corrupt of all kinds
For all purposes.
Sycophants and other liars.
Frauds. Plagiarists.
Squatters. Smugglers.
Swindlers. Fraudsters.
Perversive. Pernicious.
Certain gentlemen of justice
What makes the desert of truth .*
Criminals of all kinds.
Tyrants. Fake Democrats
Those who govern have merit in misery.
Akin and many are the same,
We are men without scruples.

When powerful
Are more unscrupulous,
Averse to any virtue scarce
And enjoy the ease
Because we are served by people lackey.
Condition that strives
Major's own degrade
In the most despicable of the earth.
And most menial are the crumbs
That our superb villain knead them.
So also without pride, without honor
No pity, no pain,
Without character, without remorse.
And in the baseness of the means employed,
We are nefarious at all,
We are distinguished from all false.
We minions, powerful
We are equally unscrupulous
Of the same slag formed
Identical empty soul.
We are all villainy the same ilk!

Bribery of those responsible,
Contravened the codes of cities,
Without knowing the harm we cause
Hypocrisy conveys
as an allusion to lavish;
We take the land;
Polluted air and water;
Extinguish the Indians and depleted forests,
Have caused hunger and injury of thousands
Damage to treasures
And the derision of the nations.
We are such the poor mother's love,
Also the value of his own father,
As the pariahs without guilt,
Neither are as we are,
Cold bad character,
In all the languages of the same meaning:
We are the true sons of bitches!