GREED

Where does he go with decayed coins?

Suits he wears as he walks on Wall Street

and trods over the history of sterile dust of barren buildings

and swims peacefully on stale tears

from Hurricane Katrina to Alcatraz Island

He walks through the darkness with a Scythe;

And clasps the mind with crooked hands,

Savagery he doesn’t protest and gives no concessions

from the cradle to the grave.