Merchant

Merchant;

why must you squander

your prestige?

Power and mayhem, from dawn to dusk,

hound your cunning through the centuries.

Their jowls slobber at your trail

rich with evolution

while you slumber fattened with greed.

The water dogs catch your fine sleeve

only to find that underneath

your fragile feathers is

dead clay dreams.

Hearts, once gold, turnt bloody,

become a fetching feast.

Is richness worth your life?