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Nov 2021
there's a snake called Greed
with unending need
always wants to feed

trapped in bindweed
will never accede
or others heed

'give me more' it cries,
'give me the skies'
while the world dies

it self-consumes
builds its tomb
an empty vacuum

in wake of theft
black hole is left
leaving others bereft

of those who shine
while others dine
on meat and wine
Written by
David R  UK
(UK)   
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