Greed Poems | Poems About Monetary Greed We All Should Read

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    My Imagination Poem by Theo Williams

    Imagine that there is no heaven
    Above us only a sky
    Imagine that there is no religion
    To create controversy and lies.

    Imagine that there are no countries
    One sea and only one land
    Imagine that there is no war
    So everyone stood hand in hand.

    Imagine that people lived in peace
    No hatred, no murder, no corruption on Earth
    Imagine that there is no violence
    Only a caring, loving universe.

    Imagine that there is no materialism
    No need for hunger or greed
    Imagine a brotherhood of man
    Conducting only caring deeds.

    People may consider me a dreamer
    But I could dream this dream forever
    I hope that people imagine this
    And the world would come together.


    Wax And Wane

    Myth has it that the riches of the rich are good for all the people
    And such a fable has got so many performances that it’s easy
    To be swayed into thinking that it’s just the truth.
    But when I see the eyes of the poor, aloof in their bare poverty,
    And I compare their gazes with the personal greed and moral
    Shamelessness of most of the rich, I feel disgust rise inside my soul
    And I feel I share the closest brotherhood with the poorest of the poor.

    Will I ever describe all this? Maybe I do, but you have to listen to me:
    Don’t chase me away like ash carried off by the wind.
    For this, as a novel bard, like a departing boat I’ll go
    Crossing bridge after bridge, wiping away a few burning tears while
    Conjuring up the face I had when I first came up.

    Can you hear? Like messengers from too far away
    Words wax and wane, telling of an unfair and meaningless world,
    Revealing uncanny private realities and making all my fears naked.

    Novel bard, I’ll sing about life, but
    Only to realize I don’t know what it means to actually save
    This present time and any possible future.
    Because the world has no more miracles to show —And it represents
    The most painful betrayal.


    Bullet Proof Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

    You have laid your life in vain,
    Worry was not for self main,
    But the way it was to be put off,
    Only because of jacket bullet proof,

    Is it not the national shame?
    Where there is no answer and only blame,
    All credits for prompt action claim,
    Still shameless remain at the helm!

    It is all for the material inferior,
    Obey the orders of superiors,
    Lay down the life and call the warriors,
    It is only because order of superiors,

    Should we not call it a day of doom?
    Flower faded and found no bloom,
    National shame and all over gloom,
    No answer and no monitoring room,

    Have you ever heard bullet pierce through?
    No guarantee for life if they are true?
    Playing with precious life of man in uniform,
    Not because they are unaware and in form,

    Greed for easy money and fame,
    Simple way of playing life game,
    No one to question what is their fate?
    Interested only in commission and rate,

    Time has come to test the integrity,
    Not the quantity but best the quality,
    Who can stand for the honour of the nation?
    Will find the place without any question,

    Note: – inferior purchase of bullet proof jackets resulted into the death of valiant police officers of Mumbai in the wake of 26/11 attack.


    A Bachelor Poem by Robert William Service

    ‘Why keep a cow when I can buy,’
    Said he, ‘the milk I need,’
    I wanted to spit in his eye
    Of selfishness and greed;
    But did not, for the reason he
    Was stronger than I be.

    I told him: ”Tis our human fate,
    For better or for worse,
    That man and maid should love and mate,
    And little children nurse.
    Of course, if you are less than man
    You can’t do what we can.

    ‘So many loving maids would wed,
    And wondrous mothers be.’
    ‘I’ll buy the love I want,’ he said,
    ‘No squally brats for me.’
    … I hope the devil stoketh well
    For him a special hell.


    Bluebeard Poem by Edna St. Vincent Millay

    This door you might not open, and you did;
    So enter now, and see for what slight thing
    You are betrayed… Here is no treasure hid,
    No cauldron, no clear crystal mirroring
    The sought-for truth, no heads of women slain
    For greed like yours, no writhings of distress,
    But only what you see… Look yet again—
    An empty room, cobwebbed and comfortless.
    Yet this alone out of my life I kept
    Unto myself, lest any know me quite;
    And you did so profane me when you crept
    Unto the threshold of this room to-night
    That I must never more behold your face.
    This now is yours. I seek another place.


    Hall Of Universal Peace Poem by Dr. Tulsi Hanumanthu

    This midnight bids farewell to parting year
    Who then, on chariot Time, his seat vacates.
    The New Year succeeds him as Charioteer:
    To drive us on, he’s waiting at our gates.

    But OURS the choice of paths and destinations:
    The Charioteer obeys but our instructions.
    We must, to reach the most coveted station
    Of PEACE, choose well-lit roads sans obstructions.

    Such routes are those of Friendship, Love, Compassion,
    Justice, Pardon, Truth and Selflessness.
    The dingy lanes of Greed, Envy, Passion,
    And Conflict lead to woe and sleeplessness.

    Let’s ask the New Year, within time minimal
    To drive us to a common rendezvous.
    Let’s there construct the Hall of Universal
    Peace, each person laying a brick or two.

    Let it have Equality-spelling shape –
    The rotund one that God has given the world.
    Its doors with COLOURLESS curtains let us drape
    And let a HUELESS flag be unfurled.

    Every year, let’s add a storey more;
    Let its height increase step by step
    Till, at last, the threshold of its door
    Is face to face with our Heaven’s doorstep.

    This Heaven-on-Earth – man’s own creation –
    Who helps to build of his own volition,
    Won’t he find, after life’s duration,
    Into Heaven above sure admission?


    Birds Of Prey Poem by Claude McKay

    Their shadow dims the sunshine of our day,
    As they go lumbering across the sky,
    Squawking in joy of feeling safe on high,
    Beating their heavy wings of owlish gray.
    They scare the singing birds of earth away
    As, greed-impelled, they circle threateningly,
    Watching the toilers with malignant eye,
    From their exclusive haven- birds of prey.
    They swoop down for the spoil in certain might,
    And fasten in our bleeding flesh their claws.
    They beat us to surrender weak with fright,
    And tugging and tearing without let or pause,
    They flap their hideous wings in grim delight,
    And stuff our gory hearts into their maws.


    Sonnet – 3: What Civilization You Do Draw Man! Poem by Muzahidul Reza

    What civilization you do draw, man!
    Enlightening some too little candles,
    Beneath centuries’ deep darkness is seen
    Which is engulfing your own existence;
    Humans degrade humans loosing devils
    And sins of lust, murder, crimes, corruptions
    Wars, violence, greed, hatred, all evils
    Are enough to finish all perfections;
    Leave me here in this hungry wilderness,
    In this ferocious cage leave me alone,
    I won’t return to your shocking darkness
    Which is spoiling my every bone and clone;
    Where is human in your earth of animal?
    Need find out but everywhere lives devil.


    I Dream A World Poem by Langston Hughes

    I dream a world where man
    No other man will scorn,
    Where love will bless the earth
    And peace its paths adorn
    I dream a world where all
    Will know sweet freedom’s way,
    Where greed no longer saps the soul
    Nor avarice blights our day.
    A world I dream where black or white,
    Whatever race you be,
    Will share the bounties of the earth
    And every man is free,
    Where wretchedness will hang its head
    And joy, like a pearl,
    Attends the needs of all mankind-
    Of such I dream, my world!


    Let Love Be Universal – 1 Poem by Muzahidul Reza

    As you see universally
    There is a great fall
    Let love stretch its hands being universal
    To love and teach us to love all,
    Love has a great power in its tender hands
    To touch with love and care of all,
    Yet you may ask how
    That’s when they, you and we all will love one another
    Enmity, envy, hatred, greed, wrath, bestiality will be no more
    And then anyhow
    We all will solve together
    Misunderstandings, chaos, disputes in us appear,
    When love will be universal
    Man of earth will be angel
    Angel in activities
    Human in realities.

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