a forgotten view

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.

filtered...

 from the rich world
the sounds of high misery
overwhelming weight of the pursuits of pleasures
from the poor world
where roars of empty stomachs fill nights,
in numbers like a wall of stars
where the sounds of children
in laughter or tears might fill the ears,
aspirations of life flicker
a candle in a storm

yet as we pierce the wall of wailing
filter the agony of unfulfilled greed
to listen to the dear breath of need; we find...
an awesome silence