The Greed Poem

In shadows deep where darkness breeds,
A tale unfolds of insatiable needs.
Greed, the serpent, coils its might,
Devouring hearts in endless night.

Golden halls with riches gleam,
A hunger born, an endless dream.
Eyes aflame with a lustful fire,
Counting coins, their sole desire.

Through fields of plenty, the greedy roam,
Harvesting more than they can own.
Their hands outstretched, a ceaseless thirst,
For treasures that in plenty burst.

Yet, in the chase for boundless gain,
A soul is shackled, writhing in pain.
For what is hoarded, a heavy chain,
Binding the heart with endless strain.

In the relentless pursuit of more,
A hollowness settles, a bitter core.
For in the grip of avaricious seed,
The soul withers, lost in greed.

Let wisdom blossom, a counterweed,
A balm to heal where greed may feed.
For in simplicity, true wealth is sown,
A garden of contentment, compassion grown.

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