"Green Greed" (unfinished)
genre: poetry
8.22.08
Bursting green from every seam,
handles dirty but translates clean
if only I could make you see,
Money don't mean everything.
It splits the heirs
and tempts the king,
builds up walls
and makes men bleed;
Validates bonds
between human beings;
Rivers run red,
Greed grows green things.
Greed grows, then slows
our sensibility;
Controls, uploads
our curiosity.
No need to know-
how far gold’ll go,
when grubby hands
crave everything.
Man don’t know what money really mean,
for if he did, then he’d be free,
but 'stead, he choose to make a scene…
a home, a car, all that bling-bling.
Silly money creates silly things:
Bloody spills over diamond rings,
rifts and wars
detach rich from poor.
Money changes everything.
Round and round
the green globe goes;
spins so fast it might explode
from all that hate been formed by greed;
Too many wants
create false needs.
So, go suck it up.
Slurp up the hype;
make it rain
of oil tonight;
outsource your needs til there's nothing left
exploit the impoverished-
you ain't done yet.
Wring the forests of their pride
scorch them, slash them
til they die.
so much so, no more they rise
Who needs air? Not I, not I.
They bulldoze homes to make room for theirs…
"Ah, hell no! We were here before."
Block their roads,
close down their schools;
chosen people choose to rule.
Undo to others as they do to you?
K,
I'll be cruel, you be cruel, too.
Snappy fingers
and stingy hands
crawl around this tainted land
searching for power, prestige and profit-
do anything to fatten their pockets…
And little ones get shoved aside,
wondering why their parents so high
on jewels, Cognac, and black caviar--
a hundred grand for a single car.
Crumble down, society goes
fall behind a fascist code;
money rules
all those who care
to make their lives chock-full of air,
devoid of compassion,
knowledge and truth;
make money your king
and you fall suit
to all the things that spoil our world,
boisterous boys and snooty girls.
Where did all our values go?
Truth be told,
I don’t really know.
But as the world continues to grow
in industry, technology and ego,
they’re won’t be much left to enjoy--
with Mother Nature, we continue to toy;
we’ve reaped the rewards,
gave nothing back
too much too late
too slow to react
if only envy was all an act
and frenzied minds became in tact.
If love could cure that which money leaves deficient
-- to be continued