Many a timehave you fallen
into the snare of greed.
The bird-catcher scatters
grainson the open field
hiding himself behind a net.
You the bird in greed
go in to pick up grains
with your little beak
Beware: It is a trap.
The fowler will imprison you
and cut your flying wings
to keep you with him
to cut your throat
at a convienent time.
You will end up
on his meal table.
Beware of your own greed.
The fowler will play
with you, with your greed.
(Erin Rachele saved to GREED
62
Greed Pinterest)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
True words. Greed is a trap. It leaves one imprisoned in one's own mind. Nice write