In Time of Greed
It’s mortuary time to a-tone deaf clock in
to the pawn fate
of warlock plans that bewitch angle bend
The hourglass is turned over again,
wearily watch the
sands of your inhalation dwindling
In a despot time of greed,
second-hand puppets do the dying
Ag coin commodity bleed
Feel the avarice reign,
those tempestuous profit tears falling
Be the fodder battlefield fed,
pleb body debt chained
Intellectual properties acquired
in the gold piece accord
Condo hearts time share expired —
Mortgaged souls
got swept off the board
In a weepy eye time of need,
first class haves
deafly ignore the poor pleas
Cadaver cold tongues
toll the hell bells rung
Burning that pulse promissory scrip
with pirate-pierced, profiteering lips
Feel the ageless pain of bosom misery
in this modern time of ancient greed
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2020
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