Greed
The Mother of Prostitutes,
How well she would dress,
Kept all her wealth, just to impress,
Others were starving, many in need,
That didn’t stop her from feeding her greed,
Now dressed in her new attire,
she waits with no plea,
Only in the morning can she go out to sea,
Sail through Revelations,
where her end seems to come,
All for her need for an instant lump sum.
By: Sabina Nicole
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