Rich Men

No one cried when the rich man died
Sold his life for the devil's prize
Silver dollars were his eyes
So life is forsaken
for no life comes from inhumanity

Gold and silver line its teeth
He fed his pockets
Burying others in poverty
Such a sick man was he
But no man was he just a beast

no monument could fill this vacant space
Blinded by what's put in his face
Keeps shoving in the stuffing to fill what he craves
wasting his life on the thing he called heart
but there was no heart just a hole

Author's Note

just poem i lost but found i thought it was alright

Reviews

[Moth Phoenix]

I really like this poem. It has a great intensity to it. =]
"Silver dollars were his eyes" I really like that line :D Great imagery.