Possessions
The man believed he possessed everything
His house, his wife, his kids
Blinded by fear and greed
His iron grip left bruises inside and out
Pleas for understanding
Cries for deaf ears
Blind eyes can see no tears
A lie took the stage on opening night
A hospital stay led to a courtroom play
The show was a flop
The man's script was flawed
He returned to a broken home
One son roamed the streets
The other wandered with his mother
The players would be possessions no longer
Now the man lives alone
And hordes his money and food
His family lives broken
Their cries and tears are still met with blind eyes and deaf ears
They starve outside the theater, cold and beaten
The man lives in theater
The owner sneaks him food and money through the back door
So he doesn't have to share his possessions
Toxicity
A repulsive cesspool of avarice; that's what the Earth is. Even as we choke to death on our own desires, we scream for more. We demand more. Who is God to defy the foolish humans of their wants? We buy, take, and steal all that's within our reach. Everyone knows that greed will be our downfall, but no one truly cares. When someone is asked whether they would save their child or their fortune, you know they're lying when they automatically give the 'proper' response. I myself would throw away countless human lives in exchange for material possessions. When someone says that they'd kill for something, how many aren't exaggerating? Habitats are destroyed in the name of riches, yet we wonder why the planet is dying, along with all the animals that inhabit it. A soul is toxic, and no animal should ever be cursed with one. They're easy to corrupt yet impossible to fix.
“Mine!”
The Seagulls in finding Nemo spoke but one line
Repetitiously they Squawked, "Mine!"
Dogs, Rodents, Pigs, and Coyote
All with one intention, sharing one thought
Scavenging primitively thinking, "Mine!"
But these are just beast and they can’t pull up to
In and Out burger to order something to eat
So whose to blame them for always starving and spending their time trying to make anything to nourish their painful hunger as, "Mine!"
But Man, mighty, divine? All powerful humankind!
What your excuse for your disease of mind that acts like a beast and thinks,
"Mine Mine Mine!"
With the power to control earth, air, fire, and water
with the ability to control body, mind, and spirit
how dare you be so irresponsible and fall from grace to greed
and become polluted with the thought, "mine!"
The audacity of ye, oh mighty man who has the ability to understand
We are caretaker of it all, pride and ownership led to the great fall
If we even owned our breath then we would remember the day we came from our mother’s womb.
