Tip of my tounge GREED

Tip of my tongue
Dying and Dry
Like the dust on your boots
As you pass
Child
on ground
By
The lesser of humanity
The friend you seek
For wonderful amber colored liquid
That changes you
The tame you
and allows desperate
Hateful you outside
This tip of my tongue
Insanity
"mister,
Can i have a drink"
Child dying of thirst at your feet
Yet greed
Greed
The only thing you feed
The only end you desire most
Veins hopes it might dull your pain
GREED as this child bleeds sand
Thirst for water
Alcohol pressed in your hand
Is this
Mercy
Of which you speak?
The mases following
Head bellow feet?
In debt to their own suffering!?!
"Make the pain go away mister
You have the power
You have the money
You have the faith
Please mister
You have home and bread
water to drink
PLEASE"

But the child now sees...
you also have greed
And only greed