. Poetry from The Great In-Between: Greed is the root of Evil

Friday, October 13, 2023

Greed is the root of Evil

  




With vacant empty stares and desolate soul crushing goals


They who love to stand on podiums to talk and preach


Those who'd like to paint the globe in anxious red paint 


Creating drum beats of suspicion to all within their reach


And then instruct mandates

And instructions

That could make a sane man faint 


Pretending they aren't tainted 

Corrupt or even classed as crazy 


But in reality

The masses now wilfully mesmerised and gleefully enrolled


Are just restrained like prisoners in orange jumpsuits

By those they've put in control


Because of this and their devoted followers  


Who through social media 

Feel they can openly criticise 

Whilst on patrol

 

This continuous talk of death and fear 


The threat of shedding so many unfortunate tears


Makes them listen to those issuing instructions even more


But beyond the limitations of all that seemingly hypnotising 

Fear


There is still hope

 

Hope in the divine knowledge 

Of a new freedom


Once we go outside their strict walls and rigid ramblings


Breaking free from their cleverly crafted paradigms 

Linked to isolation and confinement 

War and subjugation 


Trying to mentally imprison all those poor souls listening 


As they read from their new 

Dead Sea Scrolls 


We can each still create a new kingdom of our own


By keeping our faith and looking between the lies


Whilst tearing up labels and testimonies from those corrupted dark trolls


Just following hidden instructions 

From the hidden ghouls 

Who are really in the know


Members of secret societies whose motto is simply  


Money and greed


What they do not know is 

"Radix Malorum Est Cupiditas" 


A Biblical quotation in Latin 
Which means "greed is the root of evil"
 


Will be the mantra of the Devils Men when they come


And all they'll hear when their time is called 


And to 9th Circle 

Be driven by the hell hounds 

As they are recalled


Where they'll suffer into eternally


When their pitiful souls 

Over hot coals are hauled


Keep the faith
Better days are coming your way

Your life has never been just another commodity 


That can be easily bought and sold


If you never agree 
to put it up for sale


Copyright John Duffy

Musings as I watch the world spin in free-fall.

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