Wealth and power
From birth's hour
Man's clenched fist
Never holds more than mist.
Ever insatiable, hungry and alone,
In company, yet deserted in the unknown.
Each year he advances in more,
Yet the more is less and the desire grows sore.
Surely, in folly, man thirsts,
Toiling, tilling tough tuffs.
Golden gaits, glorious gains,
Unbeaten, unbridled unprecedented
Are man's achievements.
Yet he must seek power.
Wealth and power
The power for wealth
For wealth the power,
For power, the wealth,
So has the homosapiens
Sold the last bit of conscience
All in the bid to hold
His larger or little fold.