The Greed of Our Midas'
Midas the rich king:
touch of gold, plentiful wealth.
But not enough still.
Midas the rich king:
touch of gold, starving to death.
His gift demands hunger.
Midas the rich king:
touch of gold, he just won't eat,
I guess it won't matter
Because when you're rich,
Nothing is that important,
not even your life.
This poem is about:
My country