Cold Medallions Poem by Sean Green
Cold Medallions
Joy derived from money's bloom
is sad offset to the coming doom
ask the barons for their crumbs
cold medallions are the surplus
those dividends that fill the purse
aren't enough to reimburse
the bill that children will receive
after the guilty are deceased
their bones laid in watery graves
or scorched beneath the sun's rays
shed no tear for these ones
the siren sounded while they toiled
looking to the bottom line
while their spawn became the damned
pawned for the brass ring
if only this were fit to eat.
© 2020. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved.20200103.
Watery graves! ! Muse of mankind on earth. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Greed and Materialism indeed mark the times we are in, when men with insatiable desires never find satisfaction and forget that life is short and those left behind are the ones who reap what they have sown. Excellent content and pithy poem.
Beautifully crafted poem very educating on morals. Interesting...10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/1/2024 2:57:14 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Place the cold medallions on the dead eyes of those that pawned the earth. An inspiring poem.