Vantage Point

From where I stand
Greed runs rampant in the streets
Knocking on doors
Stealing the joy of all it meets
Careful, don't look it straight in the eyes
The evil cold stare
Will take your soul as its prize
For it gives no thought to the pain it might cause
The hungry mouths that cry out
Sick children dying to live, filled full of outdated, overpriced drugs
It cares not for inequalities:
The poor become poorer
The wealthy pocket what's left at the poor's expense
As greed smiles sadistically, a blissful agonizer
When will the people of the world see through its charade?
They're signing deals with the devil
Meanwhile, greed's got it made.