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 Harry Sweeden. My life in verse.

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Ill - gotten - greed


We have become now the cancer that kills us
and slowly we'll weaken and die
the dark angel of death here among us
to wish us a painful goodbye.
Still primitive though claiming the masters
of all things that mans hand can touch
never contented with just infecting their family
with the greed for wanting too much.
Now we all out hands for loose pickings
and why not… the rich do it well?
we follow the road of ill gotten greed
until that's all we have left now to sell.
So the sooner we're gone… much the better
this beautiful world… start anew
and if mankind should once more be blessed with a life
lets hope he'll not be so cruel.









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