...Greed
upon a smorgasbord
and the lifeless
weep under
the reasons of fate
or
by chance
We are all
guilty of the crime
and we deny it
by feeding a senseless fire
thinking
what we did was
enough to build
new towns
out of rotting
timber
In the end
beneath the flesh of the pride
we
are no more than
the air we
breathe...