- Vol. 05
- Chapter 06
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gives no thought to the pain it might cause The hungry mouths that cry out Sick children dying to live, filled full of outdated, overpriced drugs It cares not for inequalities: The poor become poorer The wealthy pocket what's left at the poor's expense As greed smiles sadistically, a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.