A Natural Disaster

Greed indeed embraced his life, and purchased wings to fly;
mounted on his chosen steed, he drove all men to cry.
With the well of tears well full, men watered apathy;
but Greed called all of this just bull, just forms of vanity.
"For you cannot perform my task, no, you just will not do."
So men grew more of apathy, and fertilized it too.
At once when hardship came to call, in schedules well arranged,
Greed refused to loose it's grip, and men became deranged.
The bloom of apathy had grown and fruited grapes of wrath;
they stained the satin, velvet floor, that Greed laid on its path.
No fuller could repair the stain of footprints made in haste,
stamped by Greed most everywhere, as its kingdom fell to waste.
Following those steps I see a plain and awful sight,
Selfishness and Arrogance both hold the guiding light;
When walking on this city street, I see their evil glow;
leading men to just compete for trophies they don't know.
But when their competition through brings crowns upon their head,
the Earths contrition, overdue, will see their bodies dead.
The well of tears cannot be filled without this crimson tide,
throughout the years it has been willed, with no place men can hide.
Still we see aggressively how Greed wills all it's own;
and brings on its captivity to life with men so thrown.
Humanity remains at last, as ever God is good;
Insanity falls to the past, when men have understood.