greed, a servant of a wasteful few
in golden fog boundless, above
a forgotten view, too long misplaced
virtue, the needs of the needful.
Greed, a waster of the precious many:
bloodline of heroes, innocents;
life givers, rescuers, vaunt
angels in wait, bearers of
witness in a journey to
our more distant tomorrows-
when even gold and diamonds
will fade away -when memory captures
an enduring grace,
a cup of milk and a hungry child.
2 comments:
powerful write, with grim contrast between
'a wasteful few
in golden fog boundless' and
'the needs of the needful'...
this is a true piece of wisdom, reminding that
in "our more distant tomorrows... even gold and diamonds
will fade away"...
captivating and teaching a lot, thank you!
Thank you-
i saw something very well written piece on how a parking lot had destroyed and archeology site...thank you..H
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