The Unfairness Of Angels 
  matthew Bartram

 [ My Poetry List ] | [ Poetry Poem ] | Today's Poetry | Sign In

theunfairnessofangels
  Sign Guestbook
  Read Guestbook

 A Greed

A Greed
starts from a tiny seed
It grows and spreads like germs
Governed by it's own terms
A Greed can make you blind
It's the fungi of human kind

A greed has no shape or colour
It's unlike any other
It's not an emotion, it's not a thought
Ironically, A greed can't be bought
A greed is taken, harvested  and sold
Then we watch it all unfold

A greed is beyond desire and wanting
It's a spirit addicted to haunting
The darkest corners of our minds
Forging pardons for our crimes
A laughable forgiveness
A tainted witness

A greed is the difference in humanity
What separates you and me
The life-force of our society
A greed is greedy
Always so eager to agree
But that's differences of a d'


  Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades  




Vote for this poem

Please Comment On This Poem

Comments

 Email Address

 

Vote for this poem
 [ My Poetry List ] | [ Poetry Poem ] | Today's Poetry | Sign In
©2000 - 2014 Individual Authors. All rights reserved.