Subversion of Opulence

Subversion of Opulence


A note to opulence (impoverished of soul)
you feel yet a need for greed?
Relinquish all avarice immediately;
spend mercy on the poor.
Your bleeding excesses
bring attention to lives
following you to the grave,
but wealth divided
with the wind
would make of the breeze...
a boon!
And soon to reach
indigent hands
whose eyes cast down have seen,
terror dreams of nightshade wake
'cross oceans desert locus.
Abundance fare before their eyes
far beyond their reach.
So cast the seed
of charity
into prevailing winds,
lest overwhelming you become
and all alone
you die.