Lord Money

A sonnet about society that I wrote for school.

Here ye! Here ye! the lord is to appear

His green highness and Golden first lady

They are out gods; that's ever so clear

Their place in the world will never be shady

Our lord, the meanest greenest of them all

spreads the greed and madness to all men's hearts

As his children grows in his crowded halls

And his noble knights, referred to as marts

Oh! and his lady, the golden temptress

His bride only wedded here recently

She is the reason for all of mans messes

luring us cleverly and secretly

Here ye! Here ye! the lord is to appear

Because man is greedy, the end is near.

Reviews

[Pam Nyburg]

Isn't that the truth? I can certainly relate.

[John]

Hmm i really liked it, keep it up :D