In the name of wealth
Each day we sink our teeth into round pieces of metal,
or rectangular pieces of paper.
Greedily scraping up any penny we could find.
The world only seems to turn,
when money comes to mind.
We steal and deceive,
all in the name of wealth.
How low are we willing to go,
in the name of wealth?
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Paper Cut Eyes
PoesíaThese are just some of the poems I write. My emotions in writing.
