And the greedy takes, and crushes what they cannot,
stuffing their pockets and mouth, until they cannot
Then there is nothing left but deformed memories,
the faded smell of fear and the murmur of anger
And the greedy gives, to the orphaned scream
emptying their pocket and mouth until they do not
Then there is so much left, yet nothing left to give,
but a promised piece of something, that might be something one day.