Long long ago,
There lived a rabbit in a burrow.
Never alone but shallow;
cause he was bad, he was toldHe'd hop in the gardens,
To look not for people, but food and water:
He had thrown it all away,
For he thought he needed them,
of higher standard'Do they hate me?' He's ask himself
in the mirror,
'No', was the only answer,
He just needed looks, that's all that matterHe was rich and might have a plain heart
A home full of money, and a brother
But that was not enough
He wanted more, then it'll be betterEndless love from his friends
A loyal family to have
A burrow full of food
Mr. greedy rabbit, what else?In search, he reached
what people thought was a creep
For him, it was nothing
But a path so deepSo he hopped in
If he'll escape, he'll win
And more people would love him
But he didn't know it was a binIn the cave, dark and light
played hide and seek;
Raising up his hope,
To throw him inHe reached a door
With a label of, 'Don't come in my love.'
'Or danger will be yours.'
He read it and in he walked,Loud music banged;
And fiercely in his ears, it rang,
'Shut it off!' He yelled,
But it's just meldNo one listened, no one saw;
It all just gnawed
He had to escape,
But for the poor rabbit, the passage ,
was drapedAmong the hands, he was rolled,
Among the feet, he crawled,
He wanted to get out of the cage
And looked for the doorThe lights shut out,
The rabbits dropped,
All still, on the floor,
Finally, the music stopped,Before the rabbit knew what happened
The ground swirled and turned into a table
All full of shiny food and gold
He reached for them, but it was translucentHe reached again and again
Trying to capture the gold that was feigned
He didn't halt, he wanted it
It was your greed, oh little rabbitThe poor little rabbit fell
For this was the chance
If he'd look behind or even up
There was the door waiting for him to come
And escapeIt was the greed, he neglected his family for
The love of the rabbits , and never thanked God
He was the king of the burrow,
He but he always craved moreGreed is not good, so love what you got
Someone people don't even have those
Remember, not always dreams, but
sometimes, nightmares also come true———
Love 💕, huz
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PoetryIt is the abyss I wander in Floating like I have no sin Playing notes of peace On a stolen violin -------- Ranked#4 in stopthehate