GREED

GREED

Rotten Boxes six feet under

Silenced breath, awakened thunder

Soil dwellers quickly plunder

Flesh and bones disassembled

Human life no longer resembled

Broken Dreams, rusted nails

Dead men never tell no tales

Secrets lost, Muted sound

A hidden world beneath the ground

Superficial Strangers up above,

For his treasure, push and shove

Living souls with sticky fingers,

Meditated greed that fiercely lingers

The living covet tightened-grip,

Perceiving life as an ownership

There's nothing for it they proclaim,

glorifying pain with perpetual gain

There's nothing for it, to be insane

There's nothing for it they proclaim

Freedom that blesses those beneath,

Can bless the living if they release

Then mental pain will quickly cease

Giving sheep will grow new fleece

The power of belief can fill a need

Lead boots sink in an ocean of greed

When one believes, the mind is freed

Bad mentality kills a good seed

Written By: 

Michael K. Englmann

June 17, 2019

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