The Greed of Mankind

Oh the People of Modern City
Masters of technology and their own destiny
Acts classy and sociable in front of their friends
Seems polite and gracious to acquantainces
Gives professionalism to their employers
But you never did know
Beneath the mask of poise and confidence
Was a heart of insidious devilry

They were like demons in human bodies
Savagely competing for fame and success
Would bite the hands that could no longer feed
While eagerly searching to devour more

Sees the weak and the poor
As disgusting rats in the cellar
While viewing oneself as world's greatest fella
Mocks at the down-and-out with graceful flair
While defending one's unkindness with great fanfare

Treats underdogs with conceit and contempt
While showering oneself with love and romance
Quick to judge and flee at the first sign of trouble
But first to receive in the stoppage of thundering rubble

Oh the People of Modern City
Masters of technology and their own destiny
But never servants of humility and empathy.