THE GHOST OF GREED
Turning a blind look to their dearth
Drowning in their spoils
With liberating mirage promises
In velvety silk words
And a borrowed speech
alien to his confidence
He mortgages their conscience to a lie
For a clueless time period
On a piny piece of parchment
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