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

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