greed poems

Fake News | Mia Gordon

I get more than a little tired of
Hearing erroneous “facts” promulgated
By fake news outlets, the very
Same ones that label real news fake.
I don’t understand how people can
Be so consumed by fear and anger
That they believe anything that
Reinforces their baser instincts,
No matter how much those false beliefs
Hurt others, completely forgetting
The most basic humanity.
It will be a great day when our society
Begins to value truth over money and
The shadowy figures that get rich
From misinformation are called out
For their falsehoods and rendered
Irrelevant because truth and
Rationality have prevailed.

2050 | Chris Byrne

We’re a greedy bunch
Never know when
Enough is enough
Obsessed with
Materialism
Having the latest
All that matters
No thought
Of human
Emotion.

Current Events | Stan Morrison

days blur and lose their names
nights coagulate into darkness
leaders lack vision and direction
heroes can’t provide any cover
the plastic oceans all lifeless
flooding coastlines with debris
famine, cholera, dengue, ebola
stubborn bothersome third world
luckily all my stocks are now up
our arctic oil wells are gushing
finally, nothing to worry about

A Piece of Paper | Chris Byrne

Is it what controls all?
Or is it the elected
Just lobbying
Forsaking the good
Getting greedy
Making profit
Whilst in office
Pretending to look after
Our interests or their vested
Interests?
Maybe it’s just a piece
Of paper blinded by
Reality not seeing the
Bigger picture.

A Hymn to Saint Jeffrey | Stan Morrison

He is our own landfill emperor
Loads of cartons and wrappings
Smirks stamped on every item
Next day delivery is the motto
But not always as we expected
He’s the world’s first trillionaire
Running sweatshops with PR

With Prime. Bonus and Rewards
He strings his customers along
He keeps his earnings very safe
By omitting ever paying taxes

We just refuse to think of It
Oh the joy of buying online
Relief is just a click away
As we check the front door
For what St Jeff has left us

Resist | Judy Moskowitz

Down the back street
To a back door
Background noise
A deflection
Artificial plants that look as real
As false eyelashes
Valuable as liquid gold
Integrated with authenticity
Rich chocolate dripping out of fountains
Surrounded by all of that
It’s hard to resist
Until the pressure cooker explodes
Into a mushroom cloud
Bleeding out
Nothing is left
Not even the fat
And so it goes

The Downside | Judy Moskowitz

Will you feel satisfied
when your belly is full
savoring the juices
swirling around in your mouth
as it coats your tongue in lust
for ambition has a taste
as sumptuous as Prime rib
and Caviar
desire begins to take over
as your primary driver
you don’t see the red lights
blinded by shiny objects
fast cars and seductive fruit
ripe and ready
willing to sacrifice all that matters
wrapped in flesh and bone

Wall Street Cannibals | G. Louis Heath

The indigenes of Papua New Guinea share
a bond with the capitalists of Wall Street,

for they are both cannibals. In the highlands
surrounding Port Moresby and far into the

hinterland, taking heads and eating human
flesh was considered sacred, part of the

native cosmology. Abolished too late for
Michael Rockefeller, it is no longer practiced.

But no such ban has been imposed on Wall
Street, where the cannibalism derives not from

religion, but greed. Greed IS the religion. One
fourth of US children are poor, many mal-

nourished. Greed cannibalizes resources that
should be passed to them and future generations

intact. Greed installs nuclear Armageddon into
tubes of steel far beyond any rational definition

of defense. Each dollar spent on folly is a theft
from the poor. The word for it is cannibalism.

Cash Grab | JD DeHart

They sell what they
can, what is not
bolted down.
When troubles come,
they loot neighbors
and friends.
Eyes full of dollar signs.
I know it is cliché,
but what about the old
saying about giving
and receiving?

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