This poem is about the world leaders who are nothing more than Greedy Beggars, hence the title. I hope you enjoy this poem, because this is one poem that I couldn’t help but write. When a writers mind starts, it flows until time to quit. Let me know what you think?
Greedy Beggars
The world is set in motion
Like the tides of the Ocean
It’s never enough to just be
That which is little ol’ me
Searching for the next best thing
Only because they want to be king
Plotting and making their own set of rules
While everyone else is treated like tools
Blindness will be their own down fall
And the world will be left for us all
Written by
Roger Hoyt
