Sins

There is more malevolent violence
In the unspoken, the silence
Than can ever be mustered in action

There is purer selfish greed
In the twinge of posessive love
Than can ever be expressed in baubles

There is greater guttural pride
In tears, at a child’s first words
Than can ever come from titles

There is more gluttonous hunger
In a child’s play for attention
Than can ever be picked off a plate

There is more passionate lust
In a kid’s eyes at a toy store
Than can ever consume a man

There is more paralysing sloth
In between a lover’s arms
Than can ever be accused of the lazy

There is more green envy
In an orphan’s lonely heart
Than can ever be exist for the material

– Raziel ©2015

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