The Greedy Hand

Death and destruction plague the streets The people’s faces spell defeat The greedy hand keeps reaching out Its’ lies shield their minds with doubt There is no war that is soon to be won Not with an army, not by a gun The war is fought in your own mind Make your decision, now is the time. The rebels fall by the greedy hand He watches over every man Day and night, night and day To make everything go his way He wields his power over the world Over every little boy and girl He has rarely ever tasted defeat And no time soon will his end meet. The greedy hand is held in place By every tired, solemn face Walking the streets and wondering why The greedy hand will never die.