Remembering Bernie Madoff
In a city populated
by selfish, soulless men,
ghosts roam the streets tormented,
thinking of what might have been.
On the searing, sulfur sidewalks
haunted money hawkers dwell;
they meant to live in heaven,
but they find themselves in hell.
Account manipulation
will not give them what they need;
all the gold in Midas' coffers
will not change the way they bleed.
Chasing after their god Mammon,
killing love with greedy gain,
alone they ride sin's savage subway
in their city bricked with pain.
They might buy the Eiffel Tower
with the profits they amass,
they might be the king of Wall Street
on the backs of those they pass;
but every man must face the mirror
hanging not upon a wall,
this world is not forever,
pride still precedes the fall.
In a city populated
by selfish, soulless men,
ghosts roam the streets tormented
thinking of what might have been. . .
Copyright, 4/28/2014
Faye Gibson
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