The Greedy One. Poem by Ibekwe chisom

Who plants a seed
and harvest a fied,
he that want to gain, without pain,
always in a sealed room counting his money,
the way he likes drinking honey,

he that recieveth and calls the givers fools,
taurus is the star,
that send this flame,
burning their pockets,
and making their hands cold,
always taking without living a stone.

A land filled with crops,
but the inhabitants are like church rats,
visiting the diseased with a bag full of plates.

'No need of spoon' he always says,
never celebrates life,
but wishing that the world will never end,
what a greedy one you are.