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Gluttonous Greed
Washing my life I bed your needs
I am born into this world innocent
Yet I have no right from my king
To taste sweet honey, milk or bread
The day I was born my innocence was lost
In my mother a cold stone heart I see
And my father, a beggar in the streets
You feast as if your Utopia were complete
The Americans have their weapons
While we grow hungry
My days of hope weaken as my body dissolves at the price of your glory.
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Feasting on the grieves of life
Cutting joy with a butter knife
Spreading sorrow over warm sweet bread
Washing it down with the wine of the dead
Devouring dreams as if they were sweets
Ruining children for their tender meat
Flavoring soups with annihilated dreams
You’re falling apart at the rotten seams
Wretched rich with their corrupted souls
Don’t think that we don’t know
Feasting on your morrows
You’ll know all our sorrows
And you won’t survive the end
We shall escape your terror
We shall open your eyes
We shall banish the tyrants
And we will not spare you your lives.
- Title: Gluttonous Greed
- Artist: Aren Coix
- Description: This is a poem I had to write along with my friend after learning about... the French Revolution I believe. She wrote the first section above the dots, I wrote the bottom part. Supposed to show how the rich don't suffer very much while the poor feel even the slightest touch of war.
- Date: 04/13/2009
- Tags: gluttonous greed
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Comments (2 Comments)
- rtyui25 - 05/25/2009
- Good, makes a lot of sense
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- Tri_Force95 - 04/14/2009
- its really good.
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