Gluttonous Greed

• Artist: Aren Coix
• Description: This is a poem I had to write along with my friend after learning about... the French Revolution I believe. She wrote the first section above the dots, I wrote the bottom part. Supposed to show how the rich don't suffer very much while the poor feel even the slightest touch of war.
• Date: 04/13/2009
• Tags: gluttonous greed

Gluttonous Greed

Washing my life I bed your needs
 
I am born into this world innocent
 
Yet I have no right from my king
 
To taste sweet honey, milk or bread
 
The day I was born my innocence was lost
 
In my mother a cold stone heart I see
 
And my father, a beggar in the streets
 
You feast as if your Utopia were complete
 
The Americans have their weapons
 
While we grow hungry
 
My days of hope weaken as my body dissolves at the price of your glory.
...

Feasting on the grieves of life
 
Cutting joy with a butter knife
 
Spreading sorrow over warm sweet bread
 
Washing it down with the wine of the dead
 
Devouring dreams as if they were sweets
 
Ruining children for their tender meat
 
Flavoring soups with annihilated dreams
 
You’re falling apart at the rotten seams
 
Wretched rich with their corrupted souls
 
Don’t think that we don’t know
 
Feasting on your morrows
 
You’ll know all our sorrows
 
And you won’t survive the end
 
We shall escape your terror
 
We shall open your eyes
 
We shall banish the tyrants
 
And we will not spare you your lives.
 
 

Comments

[rtyui25]

Good, makes a lot of sense

[Tri_Force95]

its really good.