The greediest people of this world
Will never have enough. Enough.
Times be good.
Times be tough.
Furniture made of finest wood.
Furniture made of glass and steel.
The finest ever made!
Furniture of jade?
Furniture of gold?
Furniture of workers’ teeth?
Furniture of …
Never mind.
It’s always too unkind.
It always makes their blood congeal
Unless more cruelty’s part of the deal.
The very greediest people in the world
Will never have enough. Enough.
Weather is too hot.
Weather is too cold.
A world of green and blue
Beloved by me
Beloved by you.
Must be destroyed.
Must be replaced.
With empty rock
And endless sand.
Sung and swung by robot yuck.
Rhythms of the cyber band.
Ugly as a Cyber Fruck.
Wrapped in packaged poppycock.
The very greediest people in the world
Will never have enough. Enough.
Times be good
Or times be tough.
There’s always more to steal from me and you.
No matter breathable skies of crystal blue
Are turned to grey and brown and goo.
The endless quest for perfect life
Always ends in war and strife.
Always ends in death and muck.
Always destroys the innocents.
Always destroys innocence.
The very greediest people in the world
Don’t give a damn. They patiently explain
Lives destroyed mean even more to gain.
Everyone else’s skin’s too dark,
Or, they’re living homeless in the park,
Or they fled their homeland on a raft.
Can you think of else that daft
Just to skirt enslavement, death
Just to try to take another breath.
The very greediest people in the world
Will never have enough. Enough.
To fill their hearts with love and mirth
Even when they rape and force a birth
Forests are replaced with parking lots.
Even when their plagues and wars and crimes
Farmland fog becomes the mustard killing fields
Village squares become the hanging place.
Every Saint will fall from grace.
No amount of power, gold, or greed.
Fills their dark and empty place.
Vodka, ketamine, or world’s best weed
Power kills and easily as speed.
Cruelty fills no empty souls.
Fooling fools gets really old.
The very greediest people in the world
Will never have enough. Enough.
When all along they missed the joys of life
Aside from those that come from winning strife.
Along with the millions they inevitably kill
A life of lies; mindless greed always will.
Instead a tuning in to what we are
A tiny leaf upon a giant Tree of Life
Every living thing is family
A Tree of Love far more than strife.
Cancer is outside the loving tree
Afraid, alone, aspires a star.
The very greediest people in the world
Will never have enough. Enough.
Enough.
Enough.
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