GREED
The seed of greed is planted young.
Nicely set in the soil with dung.
It slowly grows, moving up the rung.
Money and power most cherished among.
A sadist craze, whimsically flaunted and flung.
Their words so harsh, not a slip of tongue.
Helpless puppets, heed with heads down hung.
Echo their words, in similar music strung.
This greed they breathe, in and out of their lungs.
The whole world ruined being bitterly stung.
If only greed for love was sung.
Peace and harmony would have sprung.
©sunita grover raina2021
India
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