Fell greed begot by man, by men in numbers <br />lost control of themselves, became wasted <br />needed to fill the fell void, the darkness <br />in twisted desire, seeking without thinking <br />thinking without caring, without compassion <br />grinning to grow beyond the individual <br />striving towards a green light called dollars <br />Dollars become numbers, become control <br />Control our lives, take away our spirit <br />Numbers, so contemplated, become control <br />green light turns greed to control <br />lost our spirits in the mathy green light <br />gave it up for control, for responsibility <br />lost the spontaneity, lost the caring <br />gave it up for a better life, they said <br />then turned the better life into making math <br />math was numbers in green light, <br />copulating with greed, carressing greed <br />taking greed and growing, losing sight <br />perpetual motion of growth, of stagnation <br />where the dream shrivels and dies <br />where the germs grow and grow, and infect <br />now the whole pond smells, stinks of filth <br />no more insects grow and fly away <br />only the germs grow now, without compassion <br />devouring, eating, less and less they became <br />trying to fill up, ate one another to grow <br />became empty and wondered why they stank so <br />lied, told one another it was a good smell <br />and they could grow without thinking again <br /> <br />In Loving Memory: Mat Hyuin <br />Father, Sister, Mother, Brother - Lost to us before his time<br /><br />Poet Dragon<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-mat-hyuin/
