All The Wealth Is Poison Poem by kyvin Nash

What are we? ...just common,
Blind folded sheep to be slaughtered,
All to appease a biohazard demon,
So they get rich and our life is authored.

The opulent have counted no losses,
Pleasure is all they have for worries,
Living in mansions and penthouses,
They do as they please flashing monies.

This gratuity of ethos and echoes
This staged reality of a world thus cold,
Yielded accidentally on purpose,
Unspeakable gluttonous choke-hold.

These are the only ones,
Killing intrinsic nature with greedy measures,
Trampling priceless resources for paid ones,
All they do is to dictate and oppress us.

Money made knaves and slaves,
Feeding on crumbs under lavish tables,
Lusting as our craving souls raves,
Voiceless and brain-washed with fables.

I've seen the deceptive filthy hands,
As the world grovel at their mercy,
But a heart-less devised plan stands,
Prevalence of silver and gold agency.

'All this wealth is poison'