Greed

When we were born, with no possession
The love received, was our concession
No worries, no fears, no troubles, no fuss
In mother's arms, we put our trust

But as we grew, we looked and craved
And all too soon, became enslaved
The more we saw, the more we wanted
Our quest for more, became undaunted
Our thirst for more, could not be quenched
The more we grasped, the tighter we clenched
We scampered and gathered to horde
Possessions became our master and lord
When we're older, our treasures all heaped
A sad example of what greed has reaped
Our fists are clenched in a grasping motion
Till our death when our hands are opened

Manifest plainness
Embrace simplicity
Reduce selfishness
Have few desires

It is a glory, it is a broken thing
A shadow on the water, a tear in the fabric
A tear in the eye, a stain on the name
It is bloodshed, death and prophet, protected and ennobled
It is a flaming beacon
A mountain flower
A bevy of geese
A stumble
A horse leaping a fence
A fox running for cover
A deer rooting for bulbs
A soft slobbering dog
It is a gathering
To abuse the other
To sing the songs
To praise the glory
It is to kneel
To repent
To kneel
And to kill again