Saturday, June 11, 2016

Ashes and dust

The strong takes the weak
And the greed of the rich 
Swallows all that is in its path
Till there is nothing left to feed,
The hungry and the poor.
You know do you not,
All that lies beneath your feet,
All the cities of neon lights 
And gold dust
One day they will be razed to ashes
And all would be but a dusty dream.
Would you weep, would you regret,
All those you had trampled 
To reach that peak of hollowness.
Would you rejoice when the only sound that breaks the silence 
Is your own naked voice.
Would you rejoice when you reap the fruits of your selfish gains
And find them to be only dust
In the palms of your blood-stained hands.

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