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GREED by IG Abiaibo Jr.


Day34
#365daypoetryforadvocacyandsocialchangechallenge








Greed is a disease of pot bellies,

of tales that are make believes,

of corruption dancing loops

through years of hidden truths


Greed is the bullet that kills

faster, when set against cyanide pills,

it is the very notorious reason

for our country's guilt of treason

against the labouring masses,

yielding unexplainable loses


Greed is the synonym of damnation,

a sentence placed on a nation

whose only seeming sin

is hope on altered human beings


Greed is the grand genesis

of the mass hysteria that persists,

governing everyday life

as wicked monarchs wielding knives,

it remains a constant presence,

an undying monstrous presence

leading our reality to sudden death

whilst in pretence of promised birth


Greed is the mother of suffering,

guised within seductive offerings;

it is the most beautiful tower

housing the deadliest powers,

it is the sweet voice of promise

caging souls for futuristic null peace


Greed is a barren woman;

with no faith in God and man,

a retarded school dropout

whose only aim is painful drought

of the state in which it dwells;

of the womb from which it hails


Greed is a god

that blesses with multiple swords,

not for protection;

for far greater destruction.



Ignatius Inyang Abiaobo (IG Abiaobo Jr.) is a Chemist, Poet, Writer, Music and Novel lover. He is an advocate for Unity, Peace and Beauty in diversity. Some people say that reading books aid to change the way in which people look at life; while poetry actually changes lifes, and he believes that because like many out there, poetry did infact change his life. He hails from Ikot Ekpene L.G.A of Akwa Ibom State."

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