Greed

by jmeznar

July 14, 2013

Bright flashing gold and green hypnotic,

It’s plain this substance is narcotic.

Desire that we can’t ignore,

The more we have, the more we adore,

But just a little can make us crave,

Start an addiction, chain a slave.

The love of money is a vice of both the rich and poor;

No matter what we own, we always lust for more,

We don’t take just our daily bread;

We’re filling up with more instead.

Our store rooms fraught with glinting gold,

But come the morning we will find it’s mold.

Contentment doesn’t mean one has a lot;

But rather, one is pleased with what they’ve got.

No matter if the lot is small or big,

Greed is a grave all men can dig.

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jmeznarJul 14, 2013

<p>I live in Metro Detroit in a middle class neighborhood but spend a lot of time in both the inner-city as well as the affluent suburbs. Despite the drastic financial differences between these communities, it is apparent that greed is prevalent in all three. I thought that this would be a great subject for a poem because it is an issue with which every reader can resonate. Using several Biblical allusions, my aim was to draw attention the fact that this is an age old problem. Transcendant of culture, time, and even socioeconomic status, greed is truely a universal issue. </p>

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