A budding writer's collection

Children and Greed

We toil all our lives,

Some under the naked sun,

Some in front of blinding blue lights,

Greed's creed needs just a little more pennies

We toil all our lives,

Just to avoid death,

Just to stay afloat in a ship that's wrecked,

Holding onto strings of hope and shreds of dignity

We barely enjoy the sunset,

Don't even spare minutes to think,

We barely discover what it means

To exist, to interact, to be the voice of one's true self

We barely enjoy rainy days,

We barely enjoy spring's soft touch,

The summer's sun is but for a while,

Greed's creed requires all hands on deck

Children born with gleaming eyes,

Children, the harbingers of change.

Children born with dreaming eyes,

These children die as the world looks away.

Can we squeeze profits out of these tears?

These salty streams that mar their face?

Can we extract the last drop of value

From the blood that paints them as they fade?