Wherever greed grows,
The goblet of grief flows…
Handful gains heaped up
Hearts have deadly blows…
Riches of the world galore
God of fortune ever shows…
Needs of human life arise
A contented life has glows…
More than what is needed
Hits hard all mental brows…
In so unhealthy filthy minds
A goblin of greed outgrows…
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