I tell you greed is grasping
It roots on acid ground
Sucks the juice of the muck
Even at the last gasp
Clings with avid vines
On broken slabs and angels
With broken cement wings
I tell you greed is quenchless
It begrudges the sun its brilliance
Envious of the moon’s glow
Sweeps all the stardust and
Gathers them with a dustpan
And stores them in dark rooms
Enjoying them in demented isolation
I tell you greed is without compassion
Thriving on hedonistic nurture
Denying closeness and amity
Cuts off the umbilical nexus
Shun familial obligations
Shrugs off the flakes of conscience
From the black dress of indifference
I tell you greed is shameless
Ecstatic in pelf and exaggerated self worth
Gloats over riches felt deserved
Forgetful and incognizant of God’s grace
Jingling patina encrusted coins
Amused and savoring the endless count
In glee…in endless count…in glee
A genuine piece of poetry with great metaphorical allusions, depth, scathing criticisizm, satire, what not............ The subjects you choose, the way you treat them are almost similar to that of my style. But ur treatment is far better and more and more matured....Thank God! I saw ur poetry.
A very piece of work from you.Yes, 'GREED' is a big problem on this earth and, it is even becoming like a 'CREED'! Thank you. Edward Kofi Louis.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
and that is so true here in the Phils.. great poem send it 2 the president someday hehe just kidding u amazing -mel