This Disease Called Greed

Ah, this thing called Greed
Comes dressed in many titles
Parading around in pride
Disguised sorrowfully in wealth
Does not know discrimination

Is willfully given out freely
To those willing seekers
Who care not for truth
Are on a quick quest
Seeking journey's end
Unwilling to take the same path
Traversed by past travelers

Rather would sip from the encrusted cup
Jewels richly dripping
Marching forward blindly
Deaf to all sounds
Unheeding all warnings
Ignoring all signs

Nothing is right
Nothing is wrong
Delusion rules
Illusions controls
Conscious stalls
Staring straight ahead
Isolation sets in
Friends are let go

The path taken
Becomes a barren plain
Where none dare tread
Though a thousand together walk abreast
Nigh, into the descending darkness
Eyes forward,
No tears shed
Each step taken,
None look back

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Just a little side note for those who like to jump to conclusions. This poem was not written to attack any particular individual, group or country.

This was written in the style of allusion, as if greed was a tangible thing that people can readily receive. All the seeker needs to do is sip from this priceless glass, and they will start exhibiting the symptoms of the disease called greed. The symptoms are not heeding good common sense, ignoring the warning signs that something is not quite right, shutting themselves away from their friends and continuing blindly on this path.

I welcome constructive criticism, so let me know what you liked or disliked about the poem.