Greed

Greed
a  policy of a law long lost.
retrieve your gifts from loosing yourself
Give away the light that is blinding you
Try to recall what is binding you
Holding you down in deep despair
giving no sign of anyone there.
Withering flowers have only one drive
staying alive
and trying to thrive.
Look at the pain the frail economy has caused.
Money is a loss not a cause
Beginning  in a yard of the under dog.
only retrieve what you perceive
you have recreated the only disease.
Try your hardest to get by
because in one circuit
the ceiling has run dry.
Free your spirit
For you are forgetting the most powerful thing
Here for the night the sweet chandler sings
A song of beauty and peace
 the sweet sweet birds are now away
The peace and love has been lost
War has broken through.
The chandler birds are now all gone.
The trumpets of war have rung .
These birds have left us
stolen our peace .
But what if in the end
we were all it needs?
Your materialistic mind has been renewed.
All is now at peace.