Wealth

Our lives in terms of snakes and apples told
Mere puppets on a stage the best of us
Shed morals in our vain pursuit of gold
And poison flows through life's own veins, and thus
What's valued takes a new disguise and timbre
When voices try so hard to overawe
To hide the fact that their hearts are not limber
And their days numbered draw the shortest straw
Lo these snakes, what wealth their might can gather
Behold the greed by which these beasts may save
Their sparkling heap of trinkets that they'd rather
Take beyond their lives into the grave
But at the dusk of days when darkness looms
All vaults of values are but empty rooms


Another clichè. What can I say, I just like expressing them