At the Hands of Greed (Original Poem)


At the Hands of Greed (Original Poem)

Posted on Monday, January 16th, 2017 at 8:37 pm and is filed under #life, Art of Dying, Art of Living, awakening, Love, poem, poetry, Poetry | 0

 

 

Written by @linzo

Down the grinded abyss my dues I pay

Where men and mice meet for supper’s play

A scampering rhythm for the meal of the day

Boundless battlefields where plenty lay

 

Quenchless thirst, an offering of wine

To intoxicate the ungrateful binge

In gallops that halt a groaning whine

Table averting response of revolting cringe

 

A hunter hunting on a full stomach

Giving a new meaning to need

In a harvest that churns the food to match

Feeding belching appetites to greed

 

Bins tuned upside down with plenty

As need surpasses the disease of want

A never-ending route to pervert the bounty

In a world where the working feed the queen ant

 

Image credit: http://fatherbroom.com/blog/2012/09/greed-wanting-more-and-never-satisfied/

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