Beneath the towers, tall with gold,
Where souls are bartered, bought, and sold,
A silent cry, the earth does keep—
A weeping wound, a hunger deep.
The seeds of greed were once but need,
A thirst for more, a grasp, a deed.
But roots grew wild through soil and stone,
Till hearts forgot what’s not their own.
The rivers choked on silver dreams,
The trees were felled for selfish schemes,
And children learned with glassy eyes
That value lives, where profit lies.
But hush—
A tremble stirs within the land,
Not rage, but truth with outstretched hand.
The wind, a whisper: “Give, not gain—
Let love, not lack, be what remains.”
The poor man sings with empty bowl,
Yet peace resides within his soul.
The rich man runs with all his might,
But never tastes the stars at night.
So rise, O soul, and see anew—
That what you take, you lose from view.
And what you give becomes the thread
That sews the seams where greed has bled.
Let justice rain where markets burn,
Let hearts unlearn what none can earn.
A world remade in softer light,
Where worth is not in owning might.
And in that dawn, where greed has died,
The earth shall breathe, the seas shall tide,
And every soul, both wild and freed,
Shall live beyond the chains of need
Thank-you for reading.
Much Love and light,
Brenda Marie
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Powerful words , Brenda and very apt for the world we are experiencing now where “greed” is rife…Well penned 🙂
Thank-you so much Carol.
I would love to see greed unmade. It does nothing but harm.
A fantastic poem, Brenda.
I previously read this poignant telling Brenda, but your ‘like’ button wasn’t working for me then. I shared then, and again. <3
Thank-you so much Debbie.
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Beautifully penned, Brenda. This poem rolls out seamlessly and has such a classic feel to it, as well as a timeless message. <3
Thank-you so much
What a great poem, very powerful
Wow Brenda… that is powerful and very appropriate in our times….♥♥
Thank-you so much, Sally.