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.
Purging fear and foulness, until bare.

Then there is so much left, yet nothing left to give,
but a promised piece of something that might be something one day.