Their Last Resort.
Updated on January 11, 2010
Their Last Resorts.
Envy not the rich and idle
soon enough many
of their stock markets,
will become cattle calls
under the prod of demons
All those who are callous
and vain and share little
but disdain for those they
consider beneath their status
Eventually they will be flown
down to their last resort....
Their pampered flesh like ticker tape,
branded black and red
as they are spit out into
the gaping bowels of hell.
Not men who were often
charitable and graced mankind
with wealth's blessings passed down,
but those greed infested aristocrats
who made money their god,
and worshipped the fatted calf.
Those slave-masters of
minimum wage laborers.
Those addicted to success,
abandoning their families
in the pursuit of more capital,
trodding hard on the backs
of the underlings as they
scrabbled to the top.
They shall know the opposite
after their fine lives expire,
They will dwell in abject poverty
in hovels of horror.
Forever tormented,
craving the simpler things,
like the scent of a flower,
too often passed by.
The sweet smile of a son,
long neglected,
a lazy Sunday morning
spent with the wife,
rather than on a jet
to another investment meeting,
They will take stock in regret,
and liquidate their sorrows in tears.
"It is easier for a camel to get through the eye of a needle
than for a rich man to get into heaven." (New testament Quote.)
