Rotten Harvest Poem by Samantha Pearson

Rotten Harvest



I want, and therefore I need
Instant gratification begets moralities for greed
We trade justice for just us and a handful of feed
Stuff coffers, but not ours, with these misguided seeds
If only through moans be we had cut down these weeds
Before they had sprouted into black twisted trees
And overshadowed us with our own damaged creed

Thursday, July 10, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: greed
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
This was inspired by late night musings about the banking system. Despite the fact that we(the consumer) hold the leverage(money) , the banks still have all the power. The irony in this situation is rather amusing if you think about it, given the fact that the only reason they hold this authority is because we gave it to them in the first place.
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