Greed
Greed. It is the bane of the human race
Yet it stays
It dwells, it lingers
In our cities, countries
And in our world. But until the day
We must step over the dead
In our streets
Our eyes are closed to its evil.
Our eyes cannot disguise;
Greed ends thousands of lives
To maximize the wealth
Of One.
One after another the
Days of decadence
Grow and grind at the race that is our lives.
Power corrupts.
But power is just a horse
Galloping at the command of its master:
Greed. The mastermind of corruption.
If I could change one thing about
This world,
I would take the greed,
Lock it away and swallow the key.
I would set this world free
But I can’t.
We all feel greed, we all act on it.
Its cryptic control of our
Souls is a weapon we cannot
Hope to beat.
It will always live among us
Pillaging our promise
For a maximum profit.
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