OF GREED.

Of a 'Sonnet' type... )ne of the 7 deadly sins.

OF GREED.

Greed, are you the fingers of avarice
Swollen digits of material grasp
Do you amass power from greed’s practice
That power comes within the greedy clasp

What good is the over-size, the amount
Glut which gives advertising quality
A scoring, to measure by finger’s count
Collected through uncaring industry

What gloating eyes see only treasure’s chest
Yet blind to those who suffer, skin and bone
Are to unhappy cries, the poor oppressed
While the bloated sit on a Midas throne

Plunder what you will while on earth below
But you can’t take it with you when you go

Reviews

[OTownPete]

Those who are obsessed with outdoing the Joneses are seldom counted among the truly happy and satisfied. The constant chase for the gold can be wearisome and speed the race to the grave. So much sage truth in your words Ron. Your friend in words, Pete

[Lydia Shutter]

My grandfather used to say he had never seen a hearse with an armored car following it...nope, you can't take it with you! Those who are blind to the needs of others are the one I pity. Midas' throne is not a place of honor if you ask me. A well written poem with a good life lesson in between the lines. Lydi**

[ron s king]

Thank you so much, Lydi. I must say that your Grandfather's word made me smile and I guess he was certainly right about that. Mind you, I have also witnessed greed over a Will. It's such a shame. Glad to say, I have never been materialistic. my elder sibling always used to say that, in this world there are the 'Givers' and the 'Takers' and you, you poor fool are a 'Giver'. Needless to say, my brother was a taker!:)

[Lydia Shutter]

Takes all kinds, that much is true! I have witnessed greed over a will myself....and it is ugly.

[Great Aunt Astri]

Yes this is a beautifully constructed poem. Like you I am concerned about those who sit on Midas throne while 'blind to those who suffer, skin and bone.'

[Great Aunt Astri]

Hi, did not receive your message. Apparently it was deleted

[ron s king]

Ah... I am so sorry Great Aunt Astri. I did write a thank you and pressed the button and it all vanished. I tried again but it would not allow another go! However, I am allowed another go and here I would like to thank you very much for your lovely comment and will be over to see you for a return read. Regards... Ron.

[Great Aunt Astri]

I have the same trouble with putting stuff on Sometimes it does not go, then suddelny it goes four times over!

[Glen Yumang Manese]

You construct this piece about greed and in the end; you give us the reality of it all:

Plunder what you will while on earth below
But you can’t take it with you when you go

[ron s king]

Hallo Glen, thank you so much for your kind comment and hope the last couplet made you smile as it made me when writing it. I shall visit you soon. Again, thank you...Ron.

[Glen Yumang Manese]

You know others believe they can take the goods with them...when they die...amazing right...I've always been a paycheck to paycheck person...I will leave just as I came with nothing...

[ron s king]

Hallo Glen... I trust, like me, you will leave your books to posterity!... Ron.

[Glen Yumang Manese]

Well...those are sentimental...we have to leave our written words for others to carry on the tradition...I did put my Magnum Opus verse in my first book: The Onyx Vena Amoris...yet my ultimate goal in the novel...that is something I want to bury with me...just a copy any way...I want to know my life's work is right next to me...when I wake up again for my next life...God willing I am accepted to the gates of Heaven...and say what did I write that for eons later...dust the cobwebs and start where I left off...