Greed -(Cold Cash)

Greed as the teacher, so willing to learn
Quenching a thirst, the only concern

No doubt some are murky, but this is quite clear
A line was crossed over, one should never be near

The silent one's prayed on, they could not protest
But words found on paper, to the crime they confessed

The fruit of the labor, a reward for the chores
The toil now is over, the grave dug is your's

by J. Edward Armstrong

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