Greed

They want it all
Every penny
Every bit of land
Every last drop of blood
Every last bead of sweat
Every last crumb of bread

Not like they need any of it
As they sit fat upon their piles of gold
Draining the wealth from all of us
Killing the hopes of the nation
Sucking away the promise
Of a better life for all

Maybe it’s time for the poison pill
Of disobedience
Resistance
As we leave the jobs
Forego the currency
And accept that death is better than living like this…

Is it possible to force their shriveled hands
To shovels, picks, and dirty land
Can we pull them from the corner office
Make them work to the dropping point
And then swing the whip against their backs
To dig yet another hole just to fill it in?

They have it all
But do they have respect?
Does anyone truly love
The villain in the penthouse?
Does anyone truly care
If they live or die?

Greedy ones…
I hope you see the day
That the country turns on you
Seeks you out
In full rejection
Punishment for your greedy ways…