Oh greed is, indeed, such a deadly sin,
That eats away all the fabric within,
That steals the walls, roof and floor,
And devours all on the golden shore,
Of America, once so proud and free -
Now begging down on bended knee,
Begging those who wish us to destroy,
Like the men in wooden horse of Troy,
The nations who so hate and despise,
All that we here love, revere, idolize;
And now we will pay the putrid debt,
Of evil villains dripping with blood,
The blood where once our virtue stood,
Vile corporations and politicians alike,
All now impaled upon the gory spike,
Such a well-deserved and bloody end,
To those who play the Nation’s friend,
While filling their pockets with our gold;
Greed leaving now this shattered shell,
Where once American pride did swell,
And the hard-working common men,
All they built growing stark and thin,
With their families may all now starve,
While CEOs their vile fortresses carve,
Replete with their ill-gotten treasure,
Haughtily in their mansions measure,
All that they have stealthily embezzled,
Having sold their souls to the Devil,
And while the Lord in love looks o’er,
The sheep within the sheep-fold door,
The guilty greedy chaff all will burn,
On Hell’s hard threshing floor undone.
Tom Woodard
September 18th, 2008
