Avarice

A
Chem
Trail
Divides
The
Morning
Sky,
Some
High
Flyer
Sweeping
By,
Gravity
A
Joke.
No!
No!
It’s
Smoke,
Grey
Smoke
Rising
Today
From
Fires
Half
A
World
Away,
The
Smoldering
Sin
Of
Evil
Men
And
Heedless,
Criminal
Greed
Without
End,
For
Filthy
Money
There
Will
Be
Nowhere
Left
To
Spend.