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[sid] => 108841
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Greed.
[time] => 2005-11-01 04:17:07
[hometext] => The 3rd installment to the seven deadly sins... Greed
[bodytext] => A poor humble little boy Stares at the infinite wealth of his neighbours Watches them consume his week’s worth of rations In one singular day. That little boy was weak with hunger His feet calloused by bare shoes His clothes were fine a few years ago Now his ankles peep from the shortened cuffs He knocks on the door with a heavy heart He wants dinner for his intrusion Just a scrap for pities sake So I can live to beg another day. The boy feels the door slamming before it’s even touched The greed of some people Leaving this poor boy alone to face the tar streets To return home to the stench of hunger This young boy becomes a man This man makes some good choices This man is wearing suits of silk And making the countries choices This man never feels hunger The memories of a rumbling gut Are no longer at hand The man strolls Home with his family The children play With toys they needed that very day His family will not go without His front door echoes with muffled knocks He opens it wide and sees in shock The little boy he once was Pitiful alone and hungry He stares and stares in horror At the past he escaped from The little boy begs silently and then he finds his voice It’s not the little boys fault This man cannot escape the greed Inbred by money hungry To keep what’s his from grubby hands Who want to bring about poverty This little boy means so much To angry ashamed man Rather then face a boy without He slams the door because he can He sleeps with heavy heart Yet his eyes shut tight To the little boy And his lonely plight The newspaper next morning Lies foreboding on his desk The doom tolls loud and clear The man lifts the paper and picks at it in fear The headlines say what he expected most And he finds his heart has broken As the driver of the car says how The boy just jumped in front. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 443 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Sinfullilmissmuppet [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 13 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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