A Tale of Greed and Redemption

A Tale of Greed and Redemption His eyes, sharp as daggers, seek endless gain, Never satisfied, his greed he must sustain. Gold and silver shimmer in his fevered dream, But in the quiet night, he hears a hollow scream. He crucified Isa, now a stain in his wake, Broke every bond, more gold he must take. The sparkle in his eyes, dulled by endless need, An enemy of mankind, lost to bitter greed. Palestinian land in ruin, its halls as cold as stone, Echos of the Nakba of exiled life lived all alone. No laughter fills the rooms, no warmth upon the hearth, Zionists have stolen joy; their wealth had voided mirth. Cursed by god, surrounded by treasures piled high, But not a single tear, nor a kind farewell goodbye. For greed had been his master, and wealth his only friend, A lesson learned too late, at a lonely journey’s end. So let this be a tale, a cautionary rhyme, Of a soul consumed by greed, and wasted time. Read the blessed Quran, where true wealth does unfold, Accepting Islam, offers treasures greater than gold.