greed i loaded in his little
wheelbarrow, shovelling
from pile unloaded earlier
to spread and press with roller
covering multitude of weed
those related vices promotedin the name of booming
business to feed that greed
before covering with sod
that superficial sophisticationnot rooted in divine mind
promoting humane human
thus risking also my health
directing his soul to sicknessin path crooked but wide
with my silent compliance
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