Greed Poem by Malaya Roses

Gasp the murky oily surface
For fire
For empire
Drag many warriors onto the broken land
Heinous deed never goes unpaid.

Draw in a flawless night under the dry sky
Monsoon could come with grace
But defiance of angels could not help us
Sinners at large, we are.

Upon the blade and bullet,
Could we inhale the peace?
After
The price of life was running up to diamond
Unaffordable
Inconsolable
Misery to the poor comes cheap.