Profit Poem by Sean Tyacke

Beware Profit.
For the Fifth Horse of Apocalypse is his steed,
His mission is greed
And money is his seed.

He’ll trade you your soul,
For a purse of fools gold.
He’ll show you where the money grows green,
Fed by the blood of innocents never seen.


He’ll deal in misery and deceit,
To give the cutting edge to your balance sheet.
He’ll save you expense on ‘profit and loss’
Just don’t ask where he’s hidden the cost.

Blinded or blinkered like the rest of our race
We let profit set the pace.
Never asking which path he will choose,
For us, the souls he will use.

So! Beware Profit.
The Fifth Horse of Apocalypse is his steed,
His mission is greed.
And money is his seed.

© Sean R Tyacke,1987