On the ground, there lies a penny Wrap them up, I have too many A crooked snake, a couple lines Embezzle it and you pay the fines
Ever wonder what this means Green and greed, not all it seems We can have enough to live well Too much is the route toward hell
Lying on an exponential curve The elites are there to be served Up at the top lies all that wealth Down low is poverty and poor health
Ever wonder what this means Green and greed, not all it seems We can have enough to live well Too much is the route toward hell
In this place called the global village What gives them the right to pillage? To take from those who must be fed They think those folks are better off dead
Ever wonder what this means Green and greed, not all it seems We can have enough to live well Too much is the route toward hell
I’ll get off my very high horse I’ll fight for the have-nots, of course Think worldwide as you act locally Little by little, it will be better totally
Ever wonder what this means Green and greed, not all it seems We can have enough to live well Too much is the route toward hell
For me, the repeated text serves to strengthen the message. And the juxtaposition serves to show how far along we are on that route we are traveling. Well done!
Your post near says it all - sometimes with a little pause or hop, but, the meaning's exact, the caring's obvious. High horses provide viewing points where opinions are formed in good air and near silence, don't you think?!
For me this stanza has most weight,' Lying on an exponential curve ~ The elites are there to be served ~ Up at the top lies all that wealth ~ Down low is poverty and poor health '. The chorussed words are anthem like, could easily stand alone.
for me, repetition is also included in the route toward hell. But that's just one of my myriad twists. Here we have a piece juxtaposing a reality, against a "known' the refrain. I see it also about inner mantras ignored and yet put to the test daily. And the loop repeats.
With this short piece you've encompassed generations of altruistic struggle- certainly the road toward hell itself.
At least when salmon swim upstream, it's for a purpose, species preservation.... green and greed have no preservation purposes.
Huge write, surprising weight when you thing about it. Good work.
"Ever wonder what this means
Green and greed, not all it seems
We can have enough to live well
Too much is the route toward hell"
The above words said it all. When you create a race who want more and more. One day the walls and floors will cave in. It did in the USA. I like the logic and the way you made the points in this poem. Thank you for the excellent
poem.
Coyote
This is some deep stuff man. I love it. To criticize, I'll say the line "I'll get off my very high horse" seems a bit...forced i guess, "very high horse" like you are trying to make the line long enough. Or at least thats the impression it gave me. Why not (if you heed my advice) add an adverb somewhere in the beginning of that sentence or so? your choice. I have to find such a minor thing to talk about because the piece is a pretty solid one so yeah, the only thing i could find haha. Good write!
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