Oh how splendid,
another million?
How grand,
I must have expected.
For I have the wealth of a kingdom of thousands,
all for me and my demand.
Yes I admit,
it may be much.
But I need it,
you must understand.
At least I have something to drown my sorrow,
while you wonder of your family,
and if that poor wage will save your daughter.
YOU ARE READING
The Seven Deadly Sins
PoetryA poem for each of the seven deadly sins, each is put into the perspective of the sin in a human form.