THE VOICE OF GREED

 

Raid the houses,

Plunder the land!

Kings will dance 

In the palm of my hand!

Beg on your knees, 

Off with his head!

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Morality lies dead!

Ah! how I rule

With dire power...

Souls and minds 

All mine to devour!

Hope lies in rags

Peace quakes in fear

Yet I reign - 

For man holds me so dear.

Theresa. V

This poem is my personification of greed. I have been trying to play around with rhyme scheme and syllables and I hope my effort has paid off! Its short but packed with a lot of metaphor and while stanza 3 is still a work in progress, I'm really excited to share this with you!

It started off in class when I was extremely bored and trying my best to stay awake and now is this... its short - but something I hope to develop!