Greed
I cry today for lack of shame,
We`ve lost to greed and pride for sure,
to make a living fraud`s the game,
which pumps the heart with blood impure.
My friend becomes my foe with time,
I seek to change and cleanse the heart,
Instead their works increase the crime,
engrossed with pain,I hate this act.
The world has changed from good to bad,
How would I turn their plights around?,
The poor wallows in rot; it`s sad,
This greed lingers as deaths surround.
*Iambic Tetrameter*
OLUSEGUN AROWOLO
CONTEST:"Metrical Verse" sponsored by Giorgio Veneto.
Copyright © Olusegun Arowolo | Year Posted 2013
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