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.