Array ( [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.


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Greed.
Date: Tuesday, 1st November 2005 @ 04:17:07 AM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: Sinfullilmissmuppet
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.




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